The Accountant novel Chapter 14

"Aren't you tired of sleeping? You should wake up. I want us to become friends. We can go to an amusement park. I have never been to one and I hope you could show me how fun it can be to ride a roller coaster. Or a big octopus. I also want to win all the stuff toys on all the shooting games we can get our hands-on."

She had never been to a carnival. Was her first coherent thought. Then the biggest migraine she had ever experienced made it difficult to open her eyelids to look and speak to her. Whoever she may be.

There's a constant throbbing in her temple that had somehow disturbed her deep healing slumber. Healing? Disorientation was never a good feeling.

Slender and dainty fingers rhythmically combed her hair, soothing her, however, it came from a foreign touch. It was not her lover. Dominic. Where is he?

Beau willed her body to move but she felt so tired, similar to a newborn kitten. She must have overslept.

Her face tilted to a beeping sound next to the bed, it was annoying the hell out of her. Not enough to distract her from her still muddled thoughts though.

One thing kept nagging her mind was this girl in her house. Who was she?

It was definitely not Lily. Her eldest sister and her best friend can't talk, let alone sing a Disney song.

"Or if you don't want to visit carnivals, we could shop until we dropped. But it has to be with my mom and aunt Sandrina. I'm also sure we'll all be busy preparing your wedding soon."

Hell, no! She was not getting married. Not to anyone. It was not for her. And she was sure Dominic was a type of man who would never want to be tied down to one woman. Whoever concocted the idea should go to hell!

The need to open her eyes and talk to express her thoughts on the subject gave her the strength to do so. She needed to correct this cheerful girl.

Fuck it! Her lips were dry and her throat was parched. Her nose wrinkled a bit when the girl applied the cream on her face and a scented oil on her lips. She had to admit the girl was nice. Yes. They can be friends. I think.

"There...you look so beautiful, Beau. No wonder my brother is so crazy about you."

Me too. Shit! That admission jolted her from her prone state. She couldn't.

Her weak hand caught the girl's slender ones and gave it a gentle squeeze. She squinted her eyes at the unexpected brightness of the unfamiliar room and she met her shock unusual blue-violet ones. "Who...are...you?" Beau whispered in a croaked voice.

Her forehead creased at the roughness in her voice. She tried to swallow. Still parched.

The pixie beautiful girl suddenly screamed. Damn! It was enough to wake the dead and bring the roof down. Beau closed her eyes from the pain in her temples and the discomfort in her chest as she tried to move to make the pixie stop.

"What the fuck Dinara!?" Dominic. Thank God.

"Language, son." A mature female voice chastised.

Who are these people? She moaned. She couldn't talk and she was in too much pain.

A familiar rough hand touched her cheek. "Water," she whispered. He helped her sit slowly. Her whole body quivered like she hasn't made any movements in a while.

Dominic helped her with the glass and she took a grateful sip of the cool water slowly. She opened her eyes and surveyed his tense expression.

"Easy, moya lyubov." He had her full attention. She frowned upon what she saw. Her jaw dropped. What happened to him? This was the first time she had seen him so...so... She didn't know the words.

His beautiful fathomless grays were bloodshot and his perfectly chiseled face was covered with thick dark stubbles.

Dominic had always look intimidating and impeccable but now his countenance was harsher and more rigid. He was still handsome in a rugged panty-dropping way. She mentally frowned.

She tried to get up. Fuck! She couldn't. Her lover had to support her back to help her.

"Dominic..." She whispered. Finally realizing she was badly hurt. Her whole body was throbbing in pain. The most pronounced was on her chest. Her face on his neck. She didn't know why she did it however she could sense that he needed her to let him know she was okay. Even in her state of pain, she just wanted to comfort him. Instinct. Pure instinct.

"Fuck!" He groaned and buried his face on her hair, his arms supported her. "Detka..."

A lump formed in her throat. He was breathing harshly. Barely containing his emotions. Why?