HEAT |OMEGAVERSE| ⚣ ✔️

Rest, Recovery, and...Something Else? 🔞

JASPER'S POV

Though I knew from the moment I stepped into this "apartment", Alex apparently had the nerve to call it, it would be luxurious. I wasn't expecting just how spacious it truly would be until Alex lead me to our bedroom to retire for the night.

"Alex?" I ask, my jaw still slightly unhinged as my head turns in all directions.

"Yes love?" He responds nonchalantly, sorting through some of our clothing packed into the very many duffel bags and suit cases spread across the floor.

"Tell me why I could chart this bedroom on a god damn map? It's fucking massive." I meant for that to sound like a joke, but my tone was far more serious than intended.

"I thought master bedrooms were supposed to be big?" He asks sarcastically, and I don't even have to look at his face to see the smile plastered to it.

"Yeah okay, and what about the additional bedroom attached over here?" I raise a brow, guiding Alex's attention with a pointed finger to the open door on the left wall, leading to a closet big enough to park a small car in.

"Oh don't be dramatic Jas," he chuckles, standing up with two pairs of sweat pants in his arms.

"You need some new clothes anyways, now you'll have plenty of room for them." I roll my eyes and shake my head to those words, snatching the sweats from his hand he's offering out to me.

"And did you—did somebody make the bed?" I note, my eyes trailing over to the California king, perfectly made with plush dark green bedding.

"Yeah, my usual cleaning lady Rosie came in and made sure everything was clean and the bed was made." Alex shrugs, stripping himself of his casual clothing. My eyes can't help but watch his every movement, lingering on every bit of smooth skin that is now being revealed.

"Cleaning lady?" I ask, coming back into reality. "I never saw a cleaning lady before."

"Well I didn't need her at the apartment, but she was who I had hired when I was married to— you know what... I don't even wanna say her name." Alex sighs, and walks to the edge of the bed, taking a seat on it.

"Hey—it's no big deal, I was just curious." I try and reassure him, but his perplexed expression tells me it's more than the question I asked, that's on his mind.

For a moment Alex sits in silence, and I give him that while I change rather slowly into my own sweats. I make sure to be extra cautious as I bend down and back up, feeling the ache in both my recovering wounds still. The doctor said that hopefully in two weeks I can have the stitches removed if I continue to heal as well as I have been.

Changed, I walk over and take a seat next to my boyfriend, placing a hand on his thigh to get his attention. When his eyes meet mine, I offer a sincere smile and give his leg a small squeeze.

"Are you thinking about what's going to happen next—in regard to the wicked witch of the west?" I ask, avoiding any and all mentions of the woman's name, because even I have grown to feel ill now at the mention of it. It also serves as a reminder that until Alex can successfully get this case going in court, and have her arrested, that his daughter remains in her clutches.

Without replying he nods, and I can tell that for the night, maybe we should just put the topic to rest. If there's anything I understand, it's being so mentally drained that you go into a bit of a verbal shutdown.