Your Ghost

Chapter 24:

Please note: This chapter is Ransom's P.O.V

RANSOM:

"Are you sure you want to see your dad?" I ask, trying to pull Evelyn back into my arms.

"I have to; otherwise I will have to deal with my dad treating me like literal dirt for the next few weeks, or until I see him again." Evelyn pushes away from me, but I pull her back in again.

"Ransom, I need to get ready. I am currently naked, and I'd like to have clothes on." Evelyn hops off the bed, but nearly falls to the floor.

Luckily I catch her.

"You can barely walk properly. How are you going to get in the front door to this restaurant?"

"I will manage." she pulls away from my arm and wobbles to the cupboard.

Her back is to me and I stare at her backside. What I can do to her right now...I shake my head.

If I tried anything, she would probably scream, and the scream would not be one of pleasure but more pain.

One thing is for certain, and that is she is mine. All mine and no one else's!

She knows that no other man will be good enough for her. No other man!

Evelyn picks out a dress that will hide most of her bruises on her body. She goes to my drawer and picks out a scarf to cover her neck. She goes with the bird and flower scarf which I wore last night. She picks the underwear to wear, but she struggles to put it on, so I help her out – while trying to keep my mind focused on helping her instead of any other dirty thoughts!

Why does she have to be so addicting?

I know her body is aching, but I thought she'd be stronger to put on her own clothes, considering she exercises regularly.

"Do I look okay?" Evelyn asks, looking into the mirror. "Maybe I should have pants on instead? I don't want to look like a whore." Evelyn says, but I think the last word she says is more to herself than to me.

Did her dad call her a whore?

I look from her shoulders to her feet. I don't see any flaws – nor do I see any bruises showing.

"Twirl." I order.

"Why?" Evelyn frowns, pursing her lips.

"Just do it." My voice is firm this time.

"But why?" Evelyn raises her arms.

She's so stubborn!

I sigh. "So I can see what you look from behind and on your sides." I twirl my finger, indicating for her turn.

She looks around and then frowns, but complies.

As she slowly turns, I notice the floral prints on her dress. I recognize this dress. She picked the dress Meg brought for one of her birthday's. I remember my mother hated this dress on Evelyn, but as for me, I think she looked gorgeous – and she still does.

"Can I stop turning? I'm getting dizzy." Evelyn irritably complains.

"Yes. You don't look like a cheap girl." I smirk.

She narrows her eyes at me.

"I said you don't look like one." I say.

"I used the word 'whore', not cheap girl." she remarks.

"Same thing."

"No they are not!" she snaps.

"Whatever! In any case, you're good to go. I want to shower before I go." I pick out a beige sweater – one of Evelyn's favorites – along with trousers in the cupboard which I take to the bathroom.