His Personal Assistant.

Chapter Seven.

I layed there on his lap as we both stared at each other. He reached for my cheek and drew circles on it with his thumb lightly as I saw a relieved smile on his face.

We heard coughing in the background.

"Sir, where should I place the food?," Georgyana asked.

I stared at him as he turned to look at Georgyana and replied her.

His chiseled, clean shaved, crisp jaw that moved and twitched as he spoke. His prominent vein on his neck throbbed.

His pink, plump lips that moved with such grace as the words smoothly rolled off his tongue.

There was silence all of a sudden, then he turned and looked at me again. He raised his eyebrows at me asking me why was I staring at him. I slowly shook my head gently telling him no, it was nothing. He didn't believe me and gave me a curious look then slowly lifted me up.

Georgyana had brought a portable and convertible table upstairs. She had layed my soup on the table alongside a basket of bread, right next to the bed.

As my legs touched the ground and I finally sat up, I gripped onto his massive hands for support as I felt a whiff of dizziness.

"Breathe," was all he told me as he made his way off the bed, he never broke skin contact with me.

He stood in between my legs as he cupped both my cheeks in his hands and lifted my face up.

"Is it hurting?" he asked.

I leaned into his touch and held his right hand against my cheek and nodded.

"Please just let me call the doctor, he doesn't necessarily have to check you, at least he can give you an injection to ease the pain," he pleaded.

"Can I eat first?" I said.

By then at least it would have been long enough for the Advil to start working and if it still didn't then I would willingly get checked.

"After eating if you're not alright I'm calling the doctor. No two ways about it," he said seriously. But I could see that he cared and was worried about me.

His hands were still on my face.

I continued gazing at him as a small smile tugged on my lips.

There was regret and pain in his eyes as he slowly leaned down and placed a soft, butterfly kiss on my nose.

"Let's get some food in your system," he said as he helped position the table infront of me.

I looked at the red liquid soup before me. I stirred it with a spoon and noticed the vegetables and kidney beans. Georgy knew I liked her Minestrone soup. I smiled at that thought.

"Zephyr, have you ate?" I asked.

"Yes, don't worry about me," he said with a tinge of guilt in his voice.

He made his way to my balcony and stood there looking at the sky as he took deep breaths.

I felt bad for him but at the same time I think he is finally realising the fact that I'm not so evil and harmful after all. I wasn't after his money, I wasn't the brat that he assumed I was being the sole daughter to a rich family and I still didn't know what was he trying to say when he had brought up the terms and conditions. But I couldn't think of all that now.

I managed to finish the entire bowl of soup in less than 10 minutes. I felt a bit better now.

I looked up to see him still standing in my balcony as his muscular and large hands gripped the balcony railing. The moon light shined on his perfectly maintained skin. I could almost see through his white t-shirt that clung onto him.