The Stranger Behind My Orgasm novel Chapter 75

Chapter 75: THE PAST

Abigail

"Mom, Dad, where’s my mom and Dad?’" A little girl’s sobbing faded in my ears as my eyes opened.

There was that mechanical beeping sound again, grating on my ears, making my stomach curl, ready to hurl the eggs and bacon I had for breakfast.

My eyes blinked rapidly, catching the ceiling of the hospital, the smell of antiseptic heavy in the air.

Wait, was I on a hospital bed? I shot upright, swinging my legs off the bed quickly, wanting to be away from the disgusting bed sheets and this place.

Never again. After my parent’s death, I had been confined to a bed in a hospital for three months. I couldn’t remember most of it, but the smell, God, the smell always got to me every time.

The smell of death, people dying in the next room over, children, adults, everyone. My parents were gone and I was the only one who came out of that freak of an accident, listening to Meemaw’s wailing every night, afraid that I would be next.

I was not doing this. I was halfway to standing when a deep voice came from my left.

"Get back in that bed."

I spun a little too fast, blurring my vision slightly, but I knew that voice. Finnegan Wolfe was on his feet, jacket gone, his shirt untucked, green eyes wide as he gazed at me. Well, that was new. He had never looked at me like that before.

"I’m fine," I slid the rest of the way off the bed. "I’m completely fine, sir-"

He crossed the room in four strides. I backed up half a step before my heels his hands came up on either side of me, caging me against the bed. "Get in the bed," He rasped, a stern look on his face. "I will not ask again."

"You’re not asking now," I pointed out, irked that he thought he could tell me what to do.

It was his fault I had fainted in the first place; he brought me to a freaking hospital! Then that nurse came saying stuff about blood being everywhere and it was all my brain could conjure up. "You’re telling. And I told you, I’m fine."

"You were unconscious."

"For how long?"

"For six minutes." He spat, his voice softening slightly on the edge. "Get back in the bed, Abigail."

The bed was behind me. I was caught between him and it, and he was too close, his arms brushing against my sides, too warm.

The smells that made my stomach curl, faded away in the background and all I could smell, was him. The warning bells went off in my head. Where was the doctor?

"Mr. Wolfe, I’m fine. If you’re done with your checkup, can we leave?"

"No," The brute said flatly.

I tilted my chin up, scoffing. "You can’t be serious?"

"I must look like a fucking clown then, don’t I?" He spat. "Dr Hale stepped out for a few minutes. He’ll be back to check on you-"

"Maybe I don’t need a doctor," I teased, raising my my fingers to his chest, brushing over his buttons slightly up to his throat. A warning bell rang in my head. "If you were the one checking up on me, I’d happily get in the bed,"

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