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"You were mine the second you put your signature on that contract." He looked at me with pure lust and dominance in his eyes.
"F*ck you."
He smirks and moves closer to me, coming to my side of the booth and caging me ag...
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November
I woke up about half an hour ago. My nose is clogged and my chest feels like 10 bricks are stacked on top and my throat feels like sandpaper.
When we went to sleep yesterday I felt fine. Must have been the lake. It was really late by the time we came inside.
I lay back on the headboard of the bed with a heavy sigh. At the moment, the only way I can breathe is through my mouth. I feel like hell and a sauna mixed together.
I hear a stir next to me and the blankets just barely pull away from me. I look over as a soft groan catches my attention. Lewis's eyes flutter open and land on me instantly.
He closes his eyes again, a smile tugging at his lips. "Morning, amore mio." his voice comes out raspy and deep. His presence lifts my mood but not enough for me to forget the growing pain In my body.
He senses my hesitation in replying to him and his eyebrows scrunch together. He's now wide awake and all of his attention is on me.
"What's wrong?" I turn my gaze to the wall in front of me. On the wall is a painting, a vintage one by the looks of it. A red flower stands in the middle, although it doesn't quite stand tall. It limps to the side, smaller flowers surrounding it, keeping the red flower from completely crumbling to the ground.
A hand waves in front of my face, snapping me out of the trance the painting seemed to cast on me. I look to my left and see that Lewis is now sitting up on the bed.
"What's wrong?" he repeats once he knows I'm listening.
"I don't feel well." my voice comes out in bits, it cracks along the way. My head feels heavy even though it's laying against the headboard.
He looks at me with an alert look as his hand shoots to my forehead, checking my temperature.
"God, your burning up." he jumps up from the bed and rushes to the connected bathroom, almost tripping in the way.
Seconds later he reappears with something small in his hand. Once he reaches me he sits back down and sticks a thermometer in my mouth. He lets it sit for a minute, his hand resting on my thigh gently.
It beeps and he quickly takes the thermometer out from me. His face drops instantly, and the color drains from him as he looks at the little numbers on the pen-like thermometer.
"What? What is it?" the face he's making is scaring me.
"104." I gasp at the over-high temperature. "This thing has to be broken." he takes the wet wipe he brought with him and wipes it off before lifting my arm and putting the thermometer in my armpit.
We wait the minute before it beeps again. He takes It and curses under his breath. "It's getting higher." he lifts me effortlessly off of the bed and walks into the bathroom.
