His Obsession

Chapter Eleven

Charlotte

May is here, giving me details about her day yesterday, but I can't keep up. I kept zoning out.

"Are you okay, Charlotte?"

"Yeah, I'm good. I'm going to go to the bathroom really quick," I said, then bolted for the bathroom without waiting for a response.

I washed my mouth and splashed water on my face, hoping it would tame the pounding headache. I'm very tired and dizzy, but I hope I can make it to my desk. I turned and bumped into hard flesh, and I knew it was Damian.

"You didn't need to come here," I said, trying to stabilize myself.

"We're heading home. We'll see the doctor there."

"But you have a lot to do, and it's nothing to worry about."

"I've got May to pack your things, and your bag is already in the car," he said, carrying me bridal style.

"Damian, I can walk. Besides, it's just PMS."

"Let's say I didn't hear anything."

"Am I not being a burden on you?"

"You're never a burden on me. I'm happy when you're happy, and I'll kill any soul that makes you shed a single tear. Your every wish is my command."

I don't want people to see you in a different way when you're with me," I whispered as we got to the ground floor. The already quiet place, with little murmuring, was deadly silent. Everyone went about their business after seeing us.

"I don't care about them. I only care about you."

"I'm not used to anyone taking care of me." I closed my eyes when we got outside; the sun was so bright.

"You have me now, cupcake. Daddy's going to take care of you," he said, placing me gently into the car.

"Okay," I trailed off, sleep overtaking me.

I woke up a few hours later to see the doctor leaving.

"How are you feeling?"

"Better than before," I said, trying to get out of bed.

"What do you want to do?" he asked, helping me out.

"I want to take a shower."

He sat there in the bathroom with me from start to finish and insisted on helping me even though I told him I got it.

"You're really doing too much for me, and I really feel bad that you've got so many important things to do, but..."

His lips crashed into mine, taking me by surprise. The kiss was anything but gentle.

"If not for our little visitor," he said, tracing the hem of my shorts, "I would have fucked you, hard and long, to reset your mind and make you crave and think of nothing else but me, royalty treatment, and pleasure."

I looked at him, like he had just dropped from space. He doesn't look like he's joking either.

"That's a first," I said, looking down.

"I meant what I said earlier, cupcake," he said, lifting my head with his right hand. "There's nothing that's going to change how I feel about you." He placed his left hand on my hand, which was on his chest. I nodded.

"Do you need anything else?" he asked as he tucked me into bed.

"Can you stay?"

"As my cupcake wishes."

He got under the covers and cuddled me while I rested my head on his chest.

"I always like it when you hold me tight," I whispered, feeling sleepy already. "I'll hold you tight every now and then from now on," he said, placing a kiss on my forehead.