Racing Desires

18. Phone

Dean's POV:

I wake up, feeling warm fingertips tracing the letters of my tattoo on my shoulderblades. While I fell asleep with Kiara in my arms, I'm now sprawled out on her bed a huge cushion in my arm and Kiara sitting behind me. She seems to have a fascination for my different tattoos, as she keeps on touching the different kinds I have.

Matter of fact, I know she likes the Dodge Charger in Fast and the Furious style I have on my forearm a lot. Ha, surprise, right? Funny how my girl is kinda my own Fast and the Furious version. Needless to say, that it's from both of us one of our favourite movies. Only my real version is hot as fuck.

I humm lightly, enjoying the way her fingertips glide over my skin.

"Oh, sorry I didn't mean to wake you."

I turn to her and pull her back in my arms. "It's ok Honey, rather tell me why you were sitting on the bed? And the bigger question why was there a huge cushion in my arm, where you were lying beforehand?"

"I needed to pee so badly, but everytime I tried to move from your arms you were stirring in your sleep. So I decided to replace my body carfully by a huge cushion, so I wouldn't wake you."

Ok, so she's not just a beast, she can be quite cute in her thoughts too. "You could wake me anytime Kar. What time is it by the way?"

"It's nearly 5pm. You got something planned tonight?"

"Nope, I'm all yours. But I thought we need to eat something soon, so I could cook us something."

"Fuck me, I definitely am drugged. And Jesus is this some good shit they've given me, I need to find a dealer to this shit. Knew this apartment was too good to be true. I mean honestly, me in an amazing apartment, in bed with a smoking hot naked billionaire and then he can cook? No way this is real. Damn shit I hope this trip I'm on will never end."

"Perhaps I should pick you up more often from hospital if this is the mood you get into", I mock her. But something in her eyes tells me she's dead serious, she thinks she's dreaming. Which makes me happy and sad at the same time.

Happy because it means she likes it here and perhaps won't rush quite as fast with moving out. And I know she would never take this for granted or see this is as reason for her to be with me. Sad, because the blink in her eyes just shows me how shitty her life was beforehand.

I know she'd be happy with a tiny one bedroom apartment if she could simply call it her own and someone would be there who really cares for her for a change. It's one of the reasons I want to cook for her today. I mean I eat healthy most of the time anyway and if it's not too late or I've had a decent meal at work already, I love cooking. Even if it's nothing big tonight.

"I need a shower before I eat anything though", she says while making a disgusted look. "I reek and well you know after the sex, I definitely need a decent clean up."

If I hadn't sworn myself to take it easy on her this weekend, I'd join her in the shower. Guess I'll take my own and make it a damn cold, I mean really cold one as my eyes rake down her body, she's only barely covering with a tiny bit of the sheets.

I get distracted when she reaches for a small box which somehow magically managed to stay on the bed when we had sex. "What is this?"

"Open it, it's for you."

"What the fuck? Why is there a phone on my bed?"

I laugh. "Isn't that obvious, because it's meant for you."

"Why would you do that? I mean why would you buy me a new phone? I wanted to buy one myself."

"Well because I can and you were in hospital and I knew you needed one."