Dominating Secrets [BDSM]DISCONTINUED

CHAPT3R TWO

My eyes flutter open to bright lights that momentarily blind me. i close then, turning on my side groaning in pure pain and fustration. where am I?

" ugh i feel like ive been hit by a train" i groan again, clasping my head hoping it would ebb away some pain.

"actually you've been hit by my escalade" i know that voice. i remember it.

i open my eyes to his peircing eyes. who the hell is he?. his eyes are pratically stapling me into bed, i sit up and wrap my arms around my brused body feeling slightly uncomfortable. something about him staring at me like that makes evey hair and nerve to jump up, and im not sure if its with excitment or with fear. i tear my eyes away from his bright aluring gaze and travel them elsewhere. he's attractive. thats an understatment. my subconcious snorts. he has jet black hair that falls over his forehead but can be pushed back if he wants. he has a light stubble and soft looking pink lips. he's my docter? but as i travel my eyes else where i notice he's wearing a suit, an expensive one. i soon recall his introduction. the bastard hit me with his car!

"why are you here" i mutter

"obviously after you got hit i needed to make sure you were okay. I really dont feel like being sued for a hit an run"

" well maybye you should'nt of hit me" i snap

"and maybye you should look across the street when your walking.So don't try to rebuke me for you carelessness" he snaps back

Who does he think he is!

"Look thanks for hitting me with your car and what not but-"

"Don't try that smart mouth bull shit with me" he grows. His tone dark ,sinister almost. I stop immediately. I don't even know the ass and he's making me feel so damn foolish.

"Good girl" he smiles, giving me access to his all white perfect teeth. Butterflies fill my stomach and I have the pressing need to get away from him. He walks closer the hospital bed, his steps are cautious. He's trying to figure out my next move. Almost like he knows that I want to run.

I swallow past the lump in my throat and peak up at him. He's built you can see that threw his suit. His hands are big. And for some reason the thought if me thinking about his big hands make me want to laugh. But I don't, I just have a big dopy grin on my face. I look at him and his expression softens. He reaches over tucking a stray tendril behind my ear. I gasp under my breath as a spark of electricity runs threw me. I find myself leaning into his hand. My skin almost a magnet to his touch. I look up at him, he looks confused. It's not a face expression I like. He lets out a big breath of air and steps back giving us space. The tension between us disappearing as he steps farther away.

"I called your friend Kim. She was in your most frequent calls and messages"

"How did you get my phone?"

"It was in your pants pocket"

"Er... thank you. I guess" I pull the covers off of me exposing my bare legs. I pray to god it was one of the nurses who undressed me and not him. The thought of him seeing me like that is... unsettling. He's already seen you knocked on your ass my mind snaps. I frown and block out the thoughts of me passed out on him. His eyes travel down my legs and then back up to my face. I freeze on spot. It's not hard getting lost in those uncommon nerve racking eyes. Why is he staring at me like that? He swallows hard and clears his throat.

"You should put the covers back on and lie down" he mutters rolling his eyes, crossing his arms tightly over his chest. What's his problem? I'm distracted by a slightly annoying voice I grew up with. It's no other that Kimberly Hawthorne. The doors half open but her voice is so loud and obnoxious you can hear it for miles. It's just a matter of seconds before she comes barging in.