Millionaire Escort (An Erotica)

Chapter 9

Chapter Nine

    The smell of bleach stung my nose as I sat with Saxon in the hospital room, counting the tiles on the floor as the nurse finished stitching him up. He grunted every once in a while, but made no other indications as to whether or not he was in any more pain. Surely, it didn’t feel too good. I wouldn’t take kindly to being stabbed in the side by a seedy pimp, but Saxon seemed quite a bit stronger than I initially thought. His eyes watched me carefully as the nurse continued to work on him. She had made several flirtatious comments, but I was the only thing in the room that had his attention.

    I knew what he was wondering. He wanted to know exactly what had happened between me and Weston in my past that made him believe that he still owned me. I couldn’t tell him. Telling him would only make Weston target him, and not just for a badly aimed stabbing this time. Weston would want to kill Saxon and take me back, which I would never allow to happen. If he came near me or Saxon again, I would kill him myself. Fucking bastard,

    “Scar, how are you holding up over there? You’ve barely said a word to me since we left the club.” Saxon asked, grimacing as the nurse shoved the needle through his skin a little harder than was probably necessary. He grunted and shot the dark-haired nurse a glare, and she simply smiled politely at him before shooting me a look.

    I gave him a tight smile, which felt incredibly out of place given the situation. He gave me a pointed look and raised his eyebrow, indicating that he didn’t believe me. “Really, Saxon, I am fine. I am just a little shaken is all. I mean, I saw you get stabbed. Do you expect me to just be cool with it and keep smiling as you are bleeding to death?”

    He scoffed and rolled his eyes at me before crying out and flinching away from the nurse. “Okay, you are done here. I will finish the stitching job myself. I am not a walking leather purse. It doesn’t take that much force to get the needle to go through my skin!” He was practically growling at the woman, who stared back at him with wide eyes and quickly put down her stitching supplies. Scuttling out of the room, she gave Saxon a fleeting glance. When the door shut, he sighed and looked to me with a sad look in his eyes. “Now you see why I haven’t found a woman who wants me for me. I’m such an ass.”

    “Here, let me. I’ve stitched up quite a few people in the past couple years.” I said, smiling a bit at him before sitting on the side of the hospital bed and grabbed the needle, rethreading it. “And you aren’t an ass. You just seem to be unskilled at communicating with those around you. Come on, you fought Weston for a girl you barely know. That was pretty noble.”

    He smiled at me and his eyes relaxed a bit, sparkling under the fluorescent lights in the hospital room. “I guess that was pretty noble, huh?” I giggled, almost childishly and started sewing the wound shut where the nurse left off. He flinched a bit, but didn’t otherwise show his discomfort. “May I ask what happened between you and that man?” He was watching my face carefully, assessing my reaction.

    “I just got into some trouble a while back and he helped me out. At the time, I thought he was a nice man, but then…” I trailed off, thinking about all of the stitches and bruises I had to endure back then. “Let’s just say that after a while, a woman will finally get herself out of an abusive situation. I couldn’t do it anymore.” I narrowed my eyes in thought. “I think that I stayed with Weston for so long, because I thought it was the only way to take care of Ashley. Not much has changed since then, I’m still an escort… But I never allow a man to put his hands on me with the intent to harm me.”

    He reached over and placed his hand on my thigh and squeezed gently. “You are stronger than I thought. I can see that now.” I tied off the stitches and set the needle down, eying my handiwork before Saxon started talking again. “I will never allow him to put his hands on you again. He will not hurt you as long as I live. Do you understand me?”

    I felt the tears trickle down my face slowly as I thought about what he had said. “Saxon, that’s what I am worried about… He is going to try to kill you, especially if I stay with you in your house. He… He thinks he owns me.” I explained, trying not to choke on my own tears. Taking deep breaths, I calmed myself enough to swallow the lump in my throat.

    “Baby, I’m not letting you go anywhere until I know for sure you are safe. Besides, I can’t just let my future wife wander off when she is in danger. What kind of husband would that make me?” He smiled sadly at me and cupped my cheek, scooting over in the hospital bed and gently pulled me until I laid down next to him, curling into his body heat.

    I chuckled a bit, though not out of humor. I kept forgetting that this was all just a business deal. I kept forgetting that I had only met this man a couple days ago. And more importantly, I kept forgetting that I could not afford to be attracted to a man like this.He was too far out of my league. “‘Til death do us part, right?” I teased, relaxing into him a bit. “So what are we going to do? I do not want to see you get hurt because of me.”

    “Well, we could find some place to stay. We could take a trip to Hawaii, Paris, Brazil. You name it, I will buy the ticket.” He yawned and wrapped an arm around me, pulling me into his body even tighter and it got a bit harder to breathe. “Or, we could stay at my parents. I think they would like to have us stay with them while we are planning the wedding.”

    I stared at him in disbelief. “Okay, how much blood did you lose when he stabbed you? Because the introduction between me and your parents did not go well. What makes you think us staying with them will be any better? Besides, we barely even pass as a couple! You are just begging to get caught, aren’t you?” He smiled and cupped my chin, leaning in to kiss my lips gently, pausing only to bite my bottom lip. I groaned and pulled away, raising an eyebrow.

    “It will be fine. My mother already loves you. We just have to conice my father you are not after my money. This will give us a chance to really perfect our married couple act. We get to sleep in the same bed, eat breakfast with the family, shower together…” He winked at me and I started laughing, my cheeks turning a slight shade of pink. “What? I think you know I’m damn sexy when I’m covered in water.”

    I rolled my eyes playfully at him. “Let’s just worry about getting you better. That stab wound isn’t just going to go away overnight.” He grumbled under his breath and shot me a pouty look, almost making me feel guilty. ALMOST. “Save it for someone with a heart, Saxon. Your fiance likes to play hardball.”