Detention With The Bad Boy

ⅩⅩⅤ- God Of Common Sense

AFTER A FEW MORE minutes of talking about lighter issues, our session was over and Ross sent me home, telling me that my trusting mother told him to remind me to go straight back at the house.

I answered him with an eye roll and told him to tell the parentals that I mentioned something about a liquor filled party that I'm about to attend to. He laughed it off, and said he'd deliver the message.

Fair enough, halfway across my drive to the house, my mother called and checked if I really am going to some crazy bat ass shit of a party. Her words, not mine.

The exact same time that I came in the driveway, the familiar ring of my phone blasted from the speakers. I quickly pressed accept.

"Hello?"

"Maam?" I recognize her voice immediately.

"Yes Mattie?" I asked, as I parked my car and shift into neutral.

"Maam, your guest is awake." She states polite as ever.

"Right on time." I muttered as I switched the engine off. I picked up my phone and pressed it on my ear. "Well, yes Mattie I'm already here. Tell him to wait in the bed."

"Yes Maam."

I grabbed my purse from the dashboard and clambered out of the Audi.

Once inside, I quickly got into the elevator, and rushed to my room, feeling worried about a certain frustrating man.

I stroll inside, only to see Alex in the middle of the vast bedroom, his gaze on his shoes and clothes which is on top of the chair.

"Alex. Why are you up? You need to rest." My tone is stern and concerned.

His cool gaze flickered from his clothes to me, and I suddenly feel uneasy. "You undressed me?"

I bit my lower lip harshly and bobbed my head up and down, feeling unbearably shy at the thought of me undressing him.

"Your temperature was too high, and I needed to give you a sponge bath." I muttered as an explanation. "Well, I used a towel, but that wasn't my point."

"Why?" His tone is slightly amused.

"What do you mean why?" I snapped. "I just can't leave you in the parking lot to die. You do know you have a raging fever, right?"

With easy grace, he walks towards me, his expression still hard to read. "That wasn't what I meant. I'm asking you, why did you go out of your way to take care of me."

When he was already close to my personal space, reflex kicked in and my feet automaticaly took two steps back. I am still cautious about his If-you-lie-I'm-gonna-kiss-you threat from earlier.

"I don't know. I care, I guess. As one person to another." I shrugged. "Besides, you did kind of help me to get over my rage attack with Samantha and you even helped me with my break down. So, I guess, I felt the need to reciprocate."

He lets out a small breath and an amused smile pops from his sculpted lips. He shakes his head and stares at me, his eyes twinkling with humor.

"What?" I asked awkwardly, feeling self conscious. Is he still delirious or something?

He grins his beautiful all teeth showing smile. "You didn't lie."

A little bit offended, I glared at him. It's not like I lie all the time. Pfft. I only lie about my past. . .

"Anyway, Thank you Ms. Hale for taking care of me, it was very generous of you." He says sincerely.

He goes to the chair and picks up his shoes. Wait, is he going already? I see him putting the socks on. Oh yes, he is going.