Chapter Thirteen

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Weeks past and Mikaela was finally discharged to come home for recovery. They've finally taken off her cast and everything. She constantly insisted that she could work now but Nathaniel wouldn't hear of it. He still ordered that she should rest, Candice and Bernard has been doing all the work around the house recently.

 Mikaela's eyes fluttered open when she heard the door swing open. She lifted her head to see who it was and groaned when it was Nicholas. He carried a silver tray in one hand and a stupid grin on his face. "I told you I hate having breakfast in bed..." she growled.

Nicholas placed the tray on the bed stand and sat at the side of her bed. "Well I want you to get better so that you can feed me in bed again" he winked and Mikaela frowned remembering when he was sick.

He had a silver bowl filled with water and a towel off to the side on the tray. She looked up at him with a puzzled expression. "I'm not sick, you know..." Mikaela reminded him. "I got shot, I didn't catch a fever"

"Just taking precautions..." he murmured placing one hand over beside her waist so that he was leaning over with his legs still dangling off the side of her bed. "How are you feeling?" he asked with an unreadable expression.

Mikaela squirmed uncomfortably under his serious gaze. "I feel great..." she mumbled averting her gaze and she shrinked under the covers.

"That doesn't sound very reassuring..."

"Oh, you're a doctor now?" Mikaela asked rhetorically with a brow raised.

Nicholas raised his brow at her defiance. "Are you insulting me for trying to take care of you?"

Mikaela shrank under the covers again. "No..." she mumbled.

"What?"

"No, master..."

"Hmph..." he scoffed pulling the covers from Mikaela's face. "Mmmm your face is red...Are you sure you're feeling alright?"

Mikaela flushed even more. "Definitely..."

He glanced at the tray on the bedstand. "Damn, I left the thermometer downstairs..."

"Maybe you should go get it..." Mikaela mumbled wanting him to go away.

He looked back at her, a glint of amusement in his eyes. Yup, he wasn't going to give up that easily. "I guess I'll have to do it manually..." he smiled pulling her up. "Sit up." he ordered.

Mikaela sat up in defeat, her back against the headboard. "I can get the thermometer if you want"

"Nonsense, you need to rest" he said moving so that he's on his knees in front of her on the bed. "I'm. going. to. make. sure. you. don't. leave. this. room." he whispered short and chipped, his words filled with anticipation as he leaned forward.

When his lips were a breath away from hers he whispered. "I'm going to check your temperature..."

Mikaela took a sharp in take of breath and his mouth covered hers lustfully. Their tongues dueled and dappled each other, and Mikaela's body heat began to rise from the passion. She felt his hands slither up her thighs and gently pull them apart.

She moaned in his kiss and closed them again in revolt. He grinned from her rebellion and deepened his kiss, making it more ravenous this time. Mikaela brought her hands in his hair not being able to resist his desire for her. He pulled them apart, more forcefully this time and before she could close them his arms wrapped around her hips and pulled her to him, closing the space between them.

Mikaela broke the kiss, gaasping for air and trying to push away but he grabbed her wrists and pulled her into his intoxicating kiss once again. "You're mine..." he groaned biting her lower lip as she let out a loud moan, wrapping her legs around his waist and he pulled her onto his lap again.

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