United Mafias

Teddy

"Hey Teddy, wake up." I hear a playful voice, stirring me from my beautiful sleep.

Who the fuck is Teddy and why do I feel like it's directed at me? Yep, this a dream, I switch to my other side given that I don't hear anything else. I feel someone nudging me Take a hint dude, I groan.

"Either you wake up now, or I'll throw you on my shoulder till you almost throw up. I don't mind but you surely will." I jolt up and bump my head into the roof of the car. "Ok, ok, I'm up dude, chill." Wait a minute! how the fuck did I get in the car?

"First of all, don't call me dude. Second of all, my offer still stands, I could definitely carry you."

"Well, you didn't seem to mind when you carried me from your plane to the car and honey, only one thing can make me gag and it's definitely not me on your shoulders." I reply confidently, while hurrying out of the car, freaking out at what I'd just said, yet fate had another plan for me as I fall on all fours once I leave the car. Not so confident now, are we?

"Shit." I hear him say worriedly, "I promised to not let you get hurt yet five minutes after we arrive you fall." He chuckles while helping me up on my feet, as I limp to the gates of his mansion while leaning on him, his hands around my waist without even touching me, just for safety incase I clumsily fall again.

I had to stop and admire the mansion, no, scratch that, I had to stop and admire the palace, because holy shit it took my breath away. The black marble staircase is the first thing I face once I enter through the gates, the black color showing off it elegance as it shines under the light. He directs me to the kitchen to our right and offers me a seat on one of the high kitchen stool next to the counter and goes to a far away cabinet, coming back with a first aid kit.

"Before I give you a tour of our home, I need to sanitize any bruises you may have, that was quite a fall out there." He says in a concerned tone while searching through the kit.

"Thank you." I reply in a soft tone.

"How're you feeling?"

"Like I want to cry but if I do, you'll freak out and think I'm a cry baby which I promise I'm not it's all just so sudden, I'm overwhelmed but I feel ok,it's no big deal." I ramble off. He goes down on his left knee and rests my right foot on his to inspect my wound. His finger lightly brush the inside of my leg, ultimately sending shivers down my spine.

"Look at me." He orders in a deep voice locking my eyes with him. "Nothing will happen to you while I'm here, I promise." I nod while he sanitizes my knee and wraps it in gauze. "Your knee will probably heal in about 3 days, I will change your gauze daily, don't worry." He said while running his hands down my cheek, in a comforting way. How does he change moods so fast? From intense to casual, is that even normal?

I nod my head, unable to speak as he grabs my hand and helps me down the stool with his long, structured fingers on the small of my back. Automatically with his touch, images of his hands on my body caressing me lingers a-bit more.

"Did you hear what I'd just said?"

"Huh, I'm sorry?"

"Teddy, you need to focus a-bit more, this is really important shit I'm talking about."

"Why are you calling me that?"

"Calling you what?" He genuinely asks.

"Teddy, why are you calling me Teddy?"

"Does it bother you?"

"Well, no, but I was just wondering."

"Your teddy bear almost chocked to death the entire flight while you were sleeping, so it just stuck with me, thought it was convenient." He shrugs off while the look of terror forms on my face, realizing I left Teddy on the plane.