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Ashley’s POV
Just as I started to enjoy my sleep. A loud knock on my door brought me out of lala land. I frown as I sit up. Who could it possibly be? And why is the person knocking at my door at this time of the night? It better not be Xander because I am tired of his psycho behaviors.
I stood up from the bed and went and open the door. It’s Rick, I became confused on what he might possibly want.
"Ashely," he says my name in relief as he comes to me. He pulls me into a hug. "I need your help," he says and my confusion only increases.
""The boss needs your help. He was shot and he can't get the bullet out," he says and I stiffen. No way was I going to fall interested in this trap.
“Let me get this right, Xander Is hurt and you want me to help pull the belt out of him?”. I pointed at myself.
“Yes please. He is in a lot of pain!.” Rick uttered and I smiled.
Serve him right!
“I am sorry but I can’t help him!.” I flatly uttered.
“Why?.” Rick asked.
“With the way he has been treating me, hell no!” I stated and folded my arms.
“Please you are better than this!.” Rick pleaded. He kept on pleading and threatening me at the same time until I agreed.
“Fine! But just know that I am doing this out of my good will and not because I actually want to help him!” I said and headed for Xander’s room.
When I turned the doorknob I heard him call out for Rick. I entered his dimed room. I wonder how he could see with the room light like this.
My eyes travel to Xander who is seated on the ground with his left hand around his left arm. He looks as if he is in a lot of pain.
“What are you doing here Ashley? Are you here to give me a blow job again?. Xander smirked at me.
I turned to leave before Xander called me again.
“Hey I am sorry, it's just a dry joke. Please help me take this out!.” Xander pleaded.
I turn to face him with a smirk on my face. Who ever knew that the almighty Xander Cage knows how to beg.
"Did you just beg me? Say it again," I tell him
and his glare returns immediately.
"You heard me the first time. Help me or leave. The wound is painful enough," he says. I furrow, not understanding what he meant.
I picked the first aid box that was lying open on the table and moved closer to him. I bend beside him and my thigh rubs against his body. I push down a shiver.
I brought out the tweezers from the box. "I need you to take off your clothes... so I can clean the wound that is," I tell him.
“Are you blind or what? How can I remove my clothes with an injured arm?” Xander rolled his eyes at me. I bit my lips to prevent me from snapping at him. Such an ungrateful fellow.
I pressed on his wound causing him to groan in pain. His jaw twitches but he says nothing. I place my hands in his chest and start to unbutton
his shirt.
I swallowed as his skin became visible.
When I was done, he leaned away from the bed bringing his face dangerously close. I push the shirt away from his body. My hand started to tremble when he looked at me.
I avoided his gaze and continued with cleaning up the wound.
As I cleaned it, he'd wince or curse.
He'd held me twice when it was time to take out the bullet. Both times, I gasped in Surprise.
Right now, his hands gripped my waist as I tried to take it out. I groaned when it wouldn't budge.
"Careful," he says, squeezing me slightly when I use force.
"The stupid thing won't come out. I can't do this” I said and dropped the tweezers.
"I can't take it anymore. Pull it out," he says.
His plea made me wonder how long the bullet
had been in there and what had caused him to have it.
"Relax, then. You're too stiff," I tell him and
He gives me a look. "I can't help it. It's...."
He trails off and looks down at his slacks. My
mouth becomes dry as I see his b*ner. The
meaning to his previous statement becoming
clear.
I clear my throat as my cheeks heat up. "Let's
try this again," I tell him. His hands go to waist.
I ignore the heat my body gets from his large
hands and pull out the bullet.
"There," I say. I dress the wound and when I'm done I help him get to his feet.
"I need a shower," he tells me when I start to pack up the bloody instruments on the floor.
He is already taking off his pants when I stand up straight.
"No way, I just dressed your wound,"I tell him, glaring at his drunk face. He shook his head.
"I can't take the pain, Ashely. I need a cold shower," he tells me. I kept eye contact with him making sure my eyes didn't go down to his boxer briefs.
"You're not the only one who needs some sleep Xander," I tell him and he groans. "I need to shower", he repeats and stumbles to his bathroom door.
I glare at his muscular back in distaste. I should leave his room and let him worry about himself. I should leave this place because I know he would act as if he does not remember a thing tomorrow so he couldn't hurt me.
But I don't. Instead, I reluctantly stayed back and waited for him to come out.
While I was at it, I decided to change his stained bedsheet. I removed it from the bed and picked his pants from the ground and dropped them both in the Laundry basket in the Closet. I picked a new sheet and arranged his bed.
When I was done, I sat at the edge of the bed and waited for him to come out of the bathroom.