I Can't Own You? (BOOK 1)

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In the morning, I fake as if I have a cold because my ass is raw and sore as hell, aspirin isn't fighting it off anymore. I'm dick sick. God, he fucked me good. The tea kettle from the kitchen whistles, irritating me. It's too early for noise. 7 am....is too damn early.

I attempt to get out the bed, sliding across the mattress only to stop abruptly. Sharp pain rocks my backside. I hiss through my teeth and lay sideways, scooting off the bed instead. My neck length, blonde hair falls in my face as I do so. Last time I felt this hurt was on prom night.

When standing up, well barely standing, I have to slouch to minimize the splintering body throbs. Okay, this feels better, this is progress.

"Do you want honey?" Sam approaches the door frame, barely making any noise. Fuck, he's going to overreact if I make it obvious that I got hammered. I'm staying in his guess bedroom to hide what I'm really experiencing. "It'll help." His tone goes severe.

I hold my stomach to seem as if I am ready to puke, still awkwardly bent over. "I'm just going to the bathroom, I got it. Stay back; I feel like I gotta puke." This wasn't entirely a lie. I took aspirin on an empty stomach...in the wee hours of the morning. I just realized I hadn't eaten anything.

"Oh, okay, just leave the door cracked then."

"Will do," I say with a wavering voice. I wait until Sam leaves down the hall. "Jesus, help me what the fuck?!!" I cry silently. "Did I have sex with the devil?" My ass tightens, burning, throbbing. I cry to myself with each step. "Oowwwwww." Every time I step forward, my ass aches with a pulling tug. So instead, I get on my knees and use them, along with my hands, to slide to the bathroom. "Okay." I wince as I continue. "Almost there."

I make it to the toilet and peek out of the door to check if the coast is clear. I gotta pee. Super loose joggers fall to my ankles, ones I burrowed from Sam. I had them rolled up multiple times to better fit. I pull off my briefs and pee dark yellow...shit, I need to drink more water. The strong smell reaches my nose; highly acidic.

Once done, I flush the toilet, still on my knees, pulling up my bottoms and complaining mentally over a hurting body. A sudden knock on the door jerks me into a panic. I swear Sam is a ghost. "Here's some pepto...later on you can take some ibuprofen." Sam sounds like a doctor. "What, did you eat something bad?"

"I don't even know...." I lie and try to stand...big mistake.

In what seems like a millisecond, I begin to tumble over, not understanding why my balance is so out of wack. Sam, and his fast reflexes, grips my arm before my face smacks the floor. "Yeah...you need to get back in bed." I feel his hands lift me up.

"Hey, no..."

"Stop being difficult!" He says sharply, then scoops me up and carries me to the bed. My mad goes dirty, fantasizing Sam mounting me on the bed, feeling his crotch against mine. Stop...more dick won't help this...but Sam is pretty hot right now. His muscles cage around my skinny arms, which have no definition at all. Sam's body dips and curves are hard on my skin. My dick gets hot and jerky. Stop, down boy!

My complicated friend lays me down slowly; I groan out when my backside touches the mattress with a stinging that rushes over my bones. Sam puts a hand to my forehead, frowning.

"I just need rest...I wanna be left alone."

"Are you sure?" He leans over me, still in a position of laying me down. Close to my chest, about a foot from my lips. My heart picks up.

I'll try to do something physical to him when I shouldn't right now. "I'm sure."

For three days, a routine follows, the teapot whistling, tempting me to murder its hoe ass. Tea and honey, accompanied with soup, struggling to the restroom, being turned on when carried to bed, popping ibuprofen. Telling Sam to give me space and even daydreaming about something utterly wrong.

To Sam, this was a stomach bug; to me, it's an awakening truth that I crave sex that left me hurt. Despite the pain and whining, James was on my mind a lot on my "sick days." I'm so bipolar with what I want to happen to him so I could keep billions of dollars, and what was addicting me to him. I asked the tooth fairy to hammer out all of his ivories. I asked Thor to strike him with lightning. I asked Satan to scare him to death...then bring him back to life so he could fuck me good again.