[ON GOING] All Of Me 18+ Only (Book 3 of Lastor series) #Wattys2020

Chapter 10

After two weeks of forced monotony under Rick's orders, he finally deemed me fit and able to return to my practice, but only on six hour shifts until my shoulder was fully healed.

When I finished doing my rounds around the camp, visiting the patients in the admission tent and giving them the souvenirs I brought back during my trip, I headed to the cafeteria where I was told Rick was and found him at a table with the other doctors. Dr. Fasner, as always, was making no qualms in her blatant flirtations with him. In the past, I would probably rip her face off and then break Rick's nose or maybe cry in self-pity but these days, I was just used to the attention he got for being so damn fucking beautiful. They could appreciate him as much as they want, they just gotta keep their hands to themselves.

I caught Dr. Fasner slap Rick's arm as she laughed about something he said and kept her grubby little hand on there. I went up to the queue, grabbing a tray and just letting my fury wade through me as I asked for a cup of rice. Selima, one of the local volunteers, and I chatted as I went along the queue, and I gave her the coin purse I bought for her with the word "和平" stitched on it. I explained it was the meaning of her name in Cantonese, which made her smile so widely her dimples became more prominent.

Rick came to me as I was choosing between beef stew or roasted chicken and he wrapped his arms around me from behind, burying his nose in my hair. "Your murderous intent is spilling out, gorgeous."

I pursed my lips. "Sakhidh lahmi albaqar." (I'll take the beef.) Selima scooped up a generous helping of meat into a bowl and I laughed. "'Ant tufsiduni." (You spoil me.)

"'Ana bihajat li'iiteamuk. 'Ant nahif jiddaan," she insisted. (I need to feed you. You're too skinny.)

I snickered, taking the bowl from her. Rick took my tray and grabbed my hand. I rolled my eyes, going to the water dispenser and filling up a cup before letting him lead me to a vacant table.

"How's your shoulder?" he asked as he sat beside me.

"Fine." I shrugged, ignoring him playing with my hair. He seemed to miss it longer than I did. "You should go back to your friends."

He was staring at me as I ate. "Will you quit that?" I arched a brow, biting onto a piece of meat. "I'm too crazy about you for you to be easily threatened by other women."

I took a sip of water, swallowing my food. "I'm not threatened. It's just annoying."

"Do you want me to avoid them?"

My brows furrowed and I tilted my head to look at him. "No. They're your colleagues and it's not productive to avoid interaction with them. As long as they do their jobs and don't cross the line, I can stand it."

He eyed me intently. "You say that but you look like you want to go over there and crack Dr. Fasner's skull."

I grinned. "Oh, I do, but you told me I can't give in to my rage outside the bedroom so I'll just fuck you stupid later."

Our guards who were sitting at the table beside ours broke into a fit of coughing and choking over their food. Rick rolled his eyes, not looking amused. He's grown too used to my vulgarity that it's become a rarity to elicit shock from him these days. I found it to be an amusing challenge, especially how it annoyed him.

"You need to take it easy until the injury is fully healed," he chided, failing to inconspicuously check my pulse rate as he held my wrist. It's become a habit of his to sneakily conduct physical exams on me.

I shrugged, carrying on eating. "I can fuck you stupid with one arm."

He sighed, reaching over and grasping my chin. He shifted to straddle the bench and I parted my lips when he leaned closer but the idiot kissed my nose instead. I was going to fuck him stupid on the table if he didn't cut the shit.