That One Ride

Chapter 29

Teresa's POV

It was nearly one week since my discharge. Alex had practically gone mad. Dr Nate agreed on kicking me off the hospital after my continuous bantering and demands for chocolate. Anything good with chocolate and I would challenge the devil himself to fight with me. But they refused and Nate blushed every time I called him hot in that short time, just to drive out that annoyed, angry face of Alex. And I swear it was a sight to my eyes, Nate controlling his blush, Alex controlling his anger as if he would either put a tape on my mouth or wipe out Nate from the hospital. Which might I add he could have if I were to stay for a day or two longer?

But this man, the love of my life, was exceptionally amazing and caring. He never left my side for the initial days. I admit, it annoyed me a bit, but it was adorable. We talked, and spent time with each other, he cooked me breakfast and dinner and served it in bed. Alex was such a gentleman to me, and a very contained man as well. He hid his worries better than anyone, but he didn't know that I could read his eyes. It was like a window to him, to the depth of his thoughts, which he keeps hiding from the world. The innocence and softness of his heart, his love to not show anyone, was as clear as crystal to me. It warmed my heart, too.

When, one night, I had nightmares, and I was drowned in my sweat, he jerked awake and held me in his arms without questions. Tight and safe, as promised. But, I could tell something changed in him after that day. I guess it was the way he tuned more stone towards his employees because two days back I eavesdropped on him talking to Mark in a not so pleasant way about the security issue.

Love is the rarest thing in this world which brings out every part of yours in you. I never thought of falling knee deep in it, but it happened. It happened before I even knew. The first step of love is denial, right? Love is a strong word. Not like, not attracted, but love. A devotion beyond your control and acceptance. Submission of your mind and soul. I gave all my trust to Alex when I sat in his car. The time when he carried me to his home after Adam's scene at the party, I gave him the right to protect me. I gave my body when we made love. He was my first, and I pray to the gods up above that he will be my last.

Currently, I was sitting on the couch in the living room, watching 'dumb and dumber. My donkey laugh echoed in the silence while Alex was busy with some paperwork in his office. My attention snapped when I heard a click of a camera. Alex was standing to my right, clicking several shots of me. Laughing, shocked, annoyed all in one.

"What the hell are you doing here? Go get some rest."

Oh, did I mention that for the last week he had been a pain in my ass, ordering me every second to not leave the bed?

No, I didn't. But it made me furious when I was perfectly fine.

"Alex, I am fine. That room is running after me to eat me alive. I needed to get down here."

"You should have called me. You are still weak," said Alex. He bent down and placed a sweet kiss on my forehead.

"I am fine. F-I-N-E. Medication has worked fine, ointment has worked great. Even the marks have faded." I said, making a puppy face at him.

I gasped when he threw me over his shoulder abruptly and lead me to the bedroom. I admire his determination and urge of caring, but damn him for interrupting my enjoyment. My palm lightly slapped the back of his head as I shook my body to get away from his solid grip.