One Weekend with the Billionaire novel Chapter 93

I’m fine. I feel fine, anyway. My hand is still wrapped in gauze, and I’m told I may need more surgery down the road. I will definitely need physical therapy, but that’s okay. Braxton says he’ll pay for the person to come to the house so I don’t have to go to a clinic for my treatments. He’s even volunteered to find a therapist who will move into the house so I can have it every day. It amazes me how different it is to have a plethora of money at one’s disposal, but I will have to get used to it because, as the wheelchair takes me to the waiting car, I know I will be with Braxton forever now.

I get out of the wheelchair, which I’m only sitting in because the hospital staff insists it’s part of their dismissal policy, and Braxton helps me into the car. It’s been three days since I was rushed to the hospital, and I am anxious to get out. I am anxious to go home--back to the place where Braxton and I fell in love.

Once I am in, Braxton closes the door behind me and slides in on the other side. He gives me a reassuring smile and fastens my safety belt for me. "Are you all right?" he asks me. I smile and nod. He asks me that constantly now, but that’s okay. I love how deeply he cares about me.

"I’m sorry your parents couldn’t stay longer," he says as the car takes off out of the hospital parking lot.

"Me, too," I admit. They were only able to stay for a couple of days because my dad needed to get back to work. They got to meet Braxton, though, and my mom absolutely adores him now. My dad told me he wasn’t sure at first, but once he saw how much Braxton loves me, how he treats me, how he cares for me, he said he knew I’d made the right choice. They were sorry about Jeff, though, as we all were. Even though I didn’t want to be married to Jeff anymore, I never would’ve wished for him to die.

I lean my head on Braxton’s shoulder, so glad to be with him. I am looking forward to going home, to being back at the place that made me so happy, back in the art room--back in Braxton’s bedroom, which will now be our bedroom.

I can’t help but kiss him. He’s been so gentle with me since I’ve been injured, but I am not a soft flower that might be crushed. I am just fine, save a bit of pain in my hand. I lift my head and press my lips to his, my tongue touching his bottom lip, willing him to open. He does, the taste of him spilling through my mouth as we meld into one.

We kiss most of the way home until my lips are sore and swollen. I still want more. I want all of him, but I know he is reluctant because of my hand. He’s afraid that he’ll hurt me. I’ll have to show him that I’m not made of glass, but I understand waiting until we get home.

We pull to a stop in front of the house, and the driver opens the door for me. Much of the staff is out to greet me, and it’s so nice to see all of them. It’s just wonderful to be back. I never want to leave here again, unless it’s to go on a trip with Braxton.

We walk into the house, and I take a deep breath, the scent of home washing over me. Braxton has my good hand, smiling at me. "Welcome home, baby," he says and then kisses me, and I am ready to be carried to the bedroom now. I lean into him, not caring that the servants are all present. He gets the idea and pulls away from me but takes my hand in his again, and we walk straight to the bedroom.

As soon as he closes the door, we begin kissing, passionately. His mouth roams mine, his hands on my body. I press against him and feel his need through his pants. I move my good hand down his chest and rest my palm on him. He’s hard and ready, and at my touch he grunts, pushing against me.

But then he pulls away from me and asks, "Are you sure you’re ready for this, Julia? I don’t want to hurt you."