Chapter 224: Give Her Something To Think About
Chapter 224: Give Her Something To Think About
Chapter 224: Give Her Something To Think About
Riccardo
It took two more days for Angelia's fever to break, two days of nursing our girl and giving her all the attention and care she needed. Two days after putting things in place so she would be safe here, we had a meeting with the guys from the security team and while they had made changes to make Kingston's estate secure, they were still working on plans to keep her safe outside of it. We wouldn't let the fucker take away her freedom to do whatever and go wherever she felt like.
And it had been two days of trying to find the scum who put her under so much strain that it made her sick and failing. He was good, covering his tracks, it was almost like a game of hide and fucking seek. We found a video of what we suspected was him from a surveillance camera by her street but he was turned at just the right angle so we couldn't make out his face. The video was from the night she had been attacked at Kingston's nightclub. The second Kingston had gotten the video sent to him by his hacker lady, he had stiffened and fuck, the rage that poured out from him was enough to make the bravest man cautious. It turned out that he had seen the man on the video that night, staring at her building and walking away before he could react.
We found more videos from the same surveillance camera, all coinciding on the day she had gotten a gift from him. In one of the videos, he fucking waved at the camera, as if he he knew that we would somehow watch this day later but his face was never shown. On the third day, her fever was completely gone but that didn't mean that she was that much better. We could still see how her heavy thoughts were weighing her down, seeping energy from him.
“She didn't want to leave the bed.” Marshall said as he joined us in Kingston's office. We were studying the video, hoping to catch something that would hint at the fucker's identify.
“Then you should have dragged her from it.” Kingston said in a huff, not even turning towards him but kept his eyes on the screen.
My eyes zeroed at his knuckles and I mentally counted down the hours until he would reach a point where his anger needed an outlet. Staring at this shit all day without anything to show for it, not a damn hint at who he was would have made anyone mad but perhaps more so for Kingston.
“Dude, you can't get fucking serous.” Marshall gaped in shock, but I only shook my head and was not really surprised by Kingston's tough love method.
“She gave us permission to take care of her as we saw fit.” He replied, finally pausing the video and turning towards Marshall.
“And her staying in bed all day won't do any good, least of all for her mental health.” He stared down at Marshall as if daring him to disagree.
“But, she is tired…”
“She will continue to be tired if she stays in bed.” He cut him off.
“So get her the fuck up and give her something else to think about instead of the shit.” He gestured towards the screen in front of him.
He is right, staying in bed when the world was a little too tough was a temptation, one both Kingston and I knew all too damn well. I used to sleep to escape the economic burden a child shouldn't have worried about and it has mostly worked but it was a vicious circle that made your body and mind dependent on sleep to pull through. And Kingston, there was a period after his parents had died when he couldn't leave the bed, all too caught up in past horrors to focus on new beginnings.
“I will go,” I muttered, rising from my seat.
Marshall was too soft-hearted, there was one thing for him to dominate someone that wanted to be dominated and boss someone that might not appreciate it. It didn't help that Angelia was his weakness z and since she wasn't his submissive, he would continue having problems to tell her no.
“Give me about an hour, and then have lunch ready.” I said to Kingston. She still hasn't gotten her appetite back but if there was one cook who could eventually fix that, ug was him.
As I went to the door, I couldn't help giving Marshall just a little bit of hell letting Angelia get her way.
“If she is as tired as you said, then I am sure she won't mind some help in the shower.”
His curse followed me out the door and I chuckled. The room was dark with the curtains pulled close and it smelled stuffy from not having aired the place since she moved in. She was asleep on her back, with a quick gaze, no one could see she was troubled. Her hair was like a halo, framing her beautifully innocent have and her plump mouth was slightly gaped in an adorable way. But a longer look revealed how her hair was tangled and lifeless, her usual porcelain skin was not as normal as her veins shined through and her lips were pale. She was still the most beautiful woman I had seen.
I started on the curtains first, letting the daylight stream inside before opening both the windows. A groan from the bed made it known that she wasn't a fan of the light and possibly not the air either. I turned around to see her pressing a pillow to her face, blocking out the sunlight.
“It's time to get up, honey.” I said, keeping my voice firm. There would be no getting around this for her now, when would wake up and leave the bed.
“I already told Marshall I didn't want to.” She complained, her own voice muffled.
“Tough luck.” I grabbed the pillow from her and set it aside. She squinted up at me.
“You are getting out of bed and then we will take a shower and then you will eat something.”
“I don't want…” her eyes open fully, and I could fucking fall into her big eyes.
“Wait, are you joining me in the shower?” she asked.
“That was the idea.” I smirked, taking pleasure in surprising her.
“Ehm, is that okay?” She blushed sweetly.
“I….I mean, we are not really…we haven't really defined us yet. Are we even an us? And what about the other two, would they…would they be angry about it or..”
Fúck, she is so adorable.
“Honey,” I cut her off gently.
“We don't need to define anything, there is no rush and I don't need to join you if you don't want to. Or if it will make you uncomfortable, as for Marshall and Kingston, they will be jealous but they will get over it. You know why?” She shook her head.
“Because all they want is for you to be happy in whatever ways happiness looks like to you. We can do this slow, fast or not at all, it is all up to you. You decide.”
“Oh, I…if you are sure it is okay, then I think I want you to join me. I mean, I know I want you to join me.”
Unable to fight the urge, I leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead.
“Then, I will join you.” Leaning down further, I moved my mouth to her ear and whispered.
“And if you are a good girl, I will even give you a scalp massage while washing your hair.”
From all the time I had played with her hair, I had learned that scalp massages were her weakness.
“Well, when you say it like that, how am I to say no?” She gave me a smile when I stood back up. It was a tired one, but genuine and I had to take that over a bright but fake one any day.
“Good, now get up and get the shower ready. I will go find some clothes for you to wear.”
She didn't even protest to me picking out her clothes, our girl was learning to accept our help. While she was sick with fever, we had regularly given her a chance since she had been sweating a lot. It just felt natural continuing to do so now. I took my time, taking the task of picking out her clothes seriously. I wasn't just one to throw whatever I saw first into a pile and call it an outfit. Besides, this task was more than me simply finding her something to wear, it was providing her with clothes that would benefit her. Though if I had been her master, then it would have been a balance of what would benefit her and benefit my friends and me.
Skipping the jeans that were too big for her, I chose a pair of stretchy yoga pants and a tank top. I picked up a bra along with panties and socks but secretly hoping she would let her girls run free.