Jennie
Clumsily Lisa stumbled inside. Disoriented and rumpled. Her white dress shirt was undone from her trousers and buttons were missing as it exposed her chest. Her suit jacket hanging haphazardly on her hands as it fell to the floor along the way across the room.
A shiver of panic caused my stomach to ache as I took notice of the drops of blood running down her face. Two of her bodyguards stood at the door, eyes sympathetic as they met mine. They took my wordless command and quietly shut the door leaving us in our own space. I remained rooted to my spot as Lisa came closer. Her eyes trained to the floor as she slowly walked forward suddenly fascinated with her own footsteps.
Stopping less than a meter away, unfocused eyes swivelled to mine as though she had a pensive thought before moving closer to drop next to me on the soft couch. Eyes closed, she settled her head against the back of the cushions and slowly breathed.
An involuntary gasp left my mouth as I took in her form. Bruises were starting to form on her jaw and blood leaked from her forehead down to one side of her face. At first I felt frozen before I raced into action getting the first aid kit, some warm towels and a bottle of water for her.
"I thought you left." she mumbled hoarsely as I made my way back to her.
"I would hate court visits to be my new past time." I remarked.
Her eyes flew open to my statement just as I dabbed at her wound with an antiseptic wipe. That earlier pained looked filled her eyes but I refused to fool myself into thinking it was from what I had said and choosing to go with latter. The light stench of alcohol reeked off of her as I tried my best to clean her up unfortunately raising my nausea. She silently obeyed as I removed her tattered shirt and struggled removing her designer trousers. Thankfully her wallet and cell phone were safe as I placed them on the coffee table.
Picking up her suit jacket from the floor, I placed it over the couch before turning my attention back to a now snoozing Lisa. Despite myself, something moved within me as I looked on with a heavy sigh. Even with bruises and a slightly swollen face she held more appeal. She was hotter, more rugged but innocent and childlike at the same time. Adjusting her had proven to be as difficult as ever, while she lightly snored as I placed her lying down on the comfortable couch. Throwing a blanket over her sleeping form, I resisted the urge to place a kiss to her pink lips and instead switched off the lights and made my way up to an empty bed before a restless sleep took hold of me.
The following day, exhausted from my morning dose of nausea I made my way down for breakfast and was greeted by a still sleeping Lisa. As quiet as I could have, I prepared a light breakfast consisting of two slices of multigrain bagels toasted smeared with cream cheese and slices of fruits with freshly squeezed orange juice and then I ordered breakfast to be sent up for Lisa who, would more than likely be nursing a hangover.
As if sensing she were in my thoughts, a groan resonated from the living room as Lisa slowly rose up. Her face held a mixture of pain from her injuries and confusion as to how she must have landed home as her eyes locked with mine. Slowly she got up, the blanket slipping past her taut body revealing her in nothing but a pair of grey silk boxers that outlined every perfect inch of her. Continuing to sip on my juice, we maintained eye contact as she made her way to the breakfast bar alongside me. A few terse moments of silence stretched between us which I refused to break. An irritated look overshadowed her gorgeous face as she clenched her jaw wincing as it ached from the lash she had received.
"Are you going to continue ignoring me or be an adult and speak?" she snapped.
Slowly sipping the last of my juice, raised eyebrows glanced at her before setting my glass onto the marble countertop.
