It's Arranged (18+) ✔

SEVEN

My eyes crack open slightly at the feeling of a cloth being dabbed on my head. Once they're fully open I meet the icy blue stare I have come to love.

Did I just say love?

My internal panic is calmed when Henry drops the cloth and he holds onto my shoulders.

“Oh my God Cara. Are you okay?” He asks desperately.

“I'm amazing. I haven't been fucked that thoroughly in a while.” I say stretching my sore back. I look down at my body and a warm feeling settles in my stomach as I notice Henry’s shirt on me.

But the sensation is short lived as I hear a throat being cleared to my right. Turning my head I catch the gaze of Henry's parents. And it's my guess that Lacy is currently blushing due to my comment.

“I mean, sex? What is that?” I stumble trying to make the atmosphere less tense.

Damien chuckles.

“Don't fret my dear. As much as I like to think my son is the virgin Mary I know it to be far from the truth. And if he wants to, what are you kids saying, ‘get it on’ with his fiancé then by all means have at it.”

Lacy slaps his shoulder playfully.

“What my husband is trying to say is that we're happy you're alright. When Henry called last night we thought you were dying. But now that we see with our own eyes that you are definitely alive, we'll be on our way. Do call sometime soon though dear, I'd love to have brunch with you.”

I smile gratefully as they exit the room and turn my gaze to Henry who is sitting at the foot of the bed.

“Henry come he-”

Before I can finish my sentence the Ginger bitch enters the room in the most ill fitting dress ever. The black material looks to be at least two sizes too small and she has a matching veil covering half her face.

“Oh Henry. I came as soon as I heard. Don't worry though, I'll be here to help you get over her death.” She says wiping away fake tears.

“I'm not dead you dalcop.”

She looks at me with a hateful sneer.

“Yay, she's alive I guess I'll be leaving.” She says sarcastically.

“Call me if you need someone to cut you out of that dress.” I comment as she closes the door.

I turn my attention to the hulking man in front of me and notice his downcast glance.

“Henry?”

No response.

“Henry can you please come here?”

He finally acknowledges me. He crawls up the bed and takes me into his arms, instantly dropping his head to the crook of my neck.

“I'm sorry.” He mumbles out.

“For what?”

“I was too rough last night. Why didn't you stop me?”

“I remember you distinctly telling me to stop you if it hurt. And it didn't. It was actually amazing.”

“If I didn't hurt you why did you pass out?”

“Simple. You made me experience a whole new level of pleasure that I had not yet been exposed to. My body couldn't handle it, so I blacked out. Speaking of, how long was I out?”

“Ten hours.”

Damn, this guy might just be a God.

Noticing that he still has not looked at me I start talking again.