The CEO and The Doctor

14. "I would eat the purple if I were you. Look at it. It's adorable."

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I woke up in the middle of the night, with an urge to pee. I sighed, making my way to the bathroom where I checked the water first. Yet again, there was none. With an exasperated sigh, I stepped back into my bedroom, remembering that Mr. Knight—Aiden— said I could use his bathroom.

So I walked up to his bedroom and knocked on the door as loudly as I could. I knocked a few more times, but received no response. My bladder was threatening to empty its contents any seconds, so I cautiously pushed the door open.

Then I tiptoed inside and stuck my head around the wall that separated his bed area from the bathroom. I could see him sound asleep, so I quietly walked to the bathroom and finished my business.

After washing my hands, I stepped out and peeked around the wall again. This time, I saw him stirring in his sleep, his lips moving.

Is he having another bad dream?

I tiptoed up to his side of the bed, sitting at the edge. He was mumbling gibberish, his face showing signs of fear and distress. It was extremely strange for me to see him like that. The tough, intimidating man who could bury someone six feet underground with just his looks, appearing so vulnerable. So human.

I bit my lip, pondering over waking him up as he continued muttering incoherent words.

Then his words became louder, more clear and desperate.

"Stop! No! Please don't do that.... I'm begging you..." my eyes widened as his voice grew louder and louder, and his body moved as if trying to push someone off of him. "Let them go! .... Don't do this.... NO."

My heart started sinking with fear and worry as I saw his condition. I shook him, urging him to wake up. "Aiden! Wake up please! Aiden!!"

He sat up the next minute, panting, his eyes wide as saucers.

"Aiden?" I muttered, concerned.

He looked at me, gasping for air.

"It's okay." I assured him gently.

"It's not okay!" He exclaimed agitatedly.

I bit my lip, forcing myself to stay calm. "Please focus on your breathing."

As he worked on catching his breath, I poured him a glass of water from his nightstand and offered it to him. He stared at it for a second before slapping it away, causing the water to splash over me and the glass to fall to the marbled floor, breaking into pieces.

A small shriek sounded from my mouth, and I took an instinctive step backward.

He stared at what he had done while I stared back at him in fear.

"I'm sorry," he uttered. I stood frozen in shock. "I shouldn't have done that." He pushed the covers off his body and stepped on to his feet, taking a step towards me.

I took a step back.

"I'm sorry, Aysel. I didn't mean to." The vulnerability in his voice made me feel bad for him, but the broken pieces of glass made me fear him.

"I... I'll... I have to go." I stuttered, stumbling backwards.

He held me by my arms, making me stiffen. "No. Don't move. You'll hurt yourself."

"I'm... I'm going back to my room." I couldn't meet his gaze. His gaze that was broken and distressed.

"No, don't go. They... they'll come. What will I do then?" He uttered.

His words made me look at him. "Who will come?" I asked, confused.

"They'll kill everyone." He muttered, his hold on me growing tighter.