My Enemy - M.P

Part 16

Y/n's POV

"Why did you want the trophy?"

I ignored the question and turned off the shower, hanging the shower head back on the wall, before grabbing a towel. 

Deciding to pat dry his wound with the towel, I moved my hands down towards the wound but was stopped when he grabbed my arms. Seconds later one of his hands let go and he placed his hand under my chin, lifting my face up.

"Ignoring me won't work. Im going to have an answer, even if I have to force it out of you". 

We kept eye contact, for what felt like hour but were just a couple seconds, before I spoke up. "Let me get this wound fully fixed, then I'll tell you". 

He let go of my face and I moved my attention back to the wound.

This dumbass really thought I would tell him?

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A few minutes later, after fully drying the wound and the area around, I told him to get up from the tub. He stepped out and was now standing right in front of me

I grabbed the bandages and started wrapping it around him, covering the wound completely. 

When I had completely wrapped the bandage around him, and was adjusting it, he suddenly moved forward. Instinctively I moved backwards.

Big mistake.

Because of the water that had spilled out on the floor earlier I slipped, and considering that I was still holding onto him, he was pulled with me when I fell. 

Mattia's POV

I was staring at her focused face as she wrapped the bandage around me. She was biting her bottom lip and had furrowed her eyebrows, looking even more adorable than I had ever seen he-, ew no. What the hell was I thinking?

When she started adjusting the bandage, making sure it was tight and covering my wound, I moved forward. Just as I did that, she moved backwards.

Seconds later, because she slipped, we were both on our way down. 

My reflexes kicked in and I quickly wrapped my arm around her waist, before grabbing the sink with my other hand, holding us both up.

I looked down at her, and was about to comment on how I just saved her life when I suddenly felt dizzy and nauseous. 

She must have noticed that something was happening because she straightened up and let go of me. 

I released my arm from around her and placed my other hand on the counter as well, leaning fully on it. I leaned my forehead against the shelf in front of my head and closed my eyes.

Don't throw up in front of her.

Just as the thought left my mind I gagged.

Oh no.

I gagged once again before I felt her presence beside me. 

"Are you going to throw up?", she carefully asked as she placed her hand on my bare back, rubbing her palm against it.

I ignored her question and gagged once again. What the fuck did the graze do to me?

"Polibio, are you going to throw up?"

Looking up at her, I was about to give her a sarcastic response when I felt that everything in my stomach was trying to make its way up. I covered my mouth and moved away from the counter, and over to the toilet. 

Just as I sat down and bent over the toilet I threw up.

Y/n's POV

"Polibio, are you going to throw up?", I asked once again.

He looked up at me and open his mouth before quickly covering it with his hand and moving away from the counter. I removed my hand from his back as he rushed over to the toilet and sat down. 

Just as he bent over the toilet he threw up.

Carefully, to not slip again, I made my way over to him and saw down beside him, rubbing my hand on his back for the second time.

Yes, we were enemies, but whenever I was sick I always wanted someone to take care of me, and I'm pretty sure most people want that.

After his stomach had gotten rid of everything it didn't want, he spat in the toilet and flushed down. I thought he would stand up right away, but instead he leaned back and rested his head against my chest. 

"Pretend like we don't hate each others guts for just five minutes. I just have to gather myself", he mumbled.

I stayed silent and placed my hand on his forehead, to feel it extremely hot. 

He was getting sick.

My eyes moved from his face and down to his exposed body. How the hell was a person this fit? His arms were muscular, his legs were muscular, his chest was muscular, and don't get me started on his abs...

"Stop staring at my body would you?"

His voice pulled me out of what I was thinking and I looked down at his face to see him still resting. How did he see me?

"I was not staring at your body", I quickly lied, trying to defend myself.  

He opened his eyes and glanced at me. "I know when you stare at me".

Flustered I kept my mouth shut and he smirked before closing his eyes again. His smirk fueled the anger in me and I couldn't keep my mouth shut.

"I wouldn't be talking if I was the one resting my head against someone's chest", I fired back and pushed his head, earning a groan from him. "Not my fault that your boo-", I covered his mouth before he could end his sentence.

"You are a pervert even when you are not feeling well. You are just like those motherfuckers at the club. Thirsty for boobs and pussy's", I said mad and pushed his head away from me. I got up from the floor, but before I could walk away from him he grabbed my arm and got up.

"Hart I was joking".

"You are always joking about sexual things!"

"Im sorry".

"Shove that sorry up your ass!"

I pulled my hand out of his grip before walking out of the bathroom and out of his room, making my way over to my room. 

He really knew how to get on my nerves.

Finally in my room I walked into my bathroom and pulled of my dress. This dress was ruined, no need to keep it. I threw it to the side before stepping into the shower.

Halfway into my shower, while I was washing my hair, I heard a scream.

A.N

Part 16 ✅

Who could that be?

What is happening to the reads?😩

-R