I want her again

"Have the nurses given you anything for cough? If not, I can go talk to them and get you something", l spoke concerned.
"No, darling, I'm alright. There is not much more they can do for me at this point." Papa tried to smile, but his point was emphasized by another bout of coughing, the kind of coughing you could tell was coming from deep within the lungs.

"Well, if they can't do anything maybe another hospital will be able to help you. I can keep looking if they aren't taking care of you here!"
Panic rose from the tip of my toes to my scalp, racing like pinpricks up my skin as I looked over Papa's pale skin and sunken eyes.

"Rhea, no", My grandpa whispered and squeezed my hand weakly in his . "This is already the best hospital in Manhattan. They make as comfortable as they can, you know that. I'm lucky enough you were able to get me in here." His eyes were crystal clear today, no hint of the fog in his mind messing with his thoughts and memories.
Those eyes held me in place as he scrutinized me.

"I didn't know ballet paid well enough for this kind of treatment," He smiled, but there was a hidden question there.

"Well, I'm the prima Ballerina for swan lake right now Papa." I leaned in closer, pulling my lips to widen my smile. "I'm special for the New York ballet now, and they compensate me well enough."
No, they didn't. And it hurt to lie to him.

"That's good to hear but isn't it breaking the bank for you to put me up here." Papa coughed again and I reached over to get his water from the bedside table. "You're the best granddaughter, a man could have, Rhea."

"Oh, Papa, I'm your only granddaughter," I chuckled. "This is nothing after everything you did for me. If this hospital is the best for you then I'll do whatever it takes to keep you here."

Whatever it takes. Maybe that was Aleksander, pay money for him to fuck me. That hurt me but it was the only solution.

"You spoil me, Rhea." Papa sat up after finishing his water and those clear eyes narrowed. "You spend too much time here though. You cannot spend all your time hear when you're not at practice. You need to spend time with your friends and enjoy the experience of being famous in the big city."

As I was about to open my mouth to argue with him, he started coughing again. Deep coughs that made the entire bed shake. I jumped forward and rubbed his back, soothing him through the coughing fit. I held my grandpa close as he struggled to regain his breath. Tears pricked behind my eyes and I clenched them shut to keep them at bay.

Seeing him like this broke me and there was nothing else I could do for him. Even if this expensive hospital broke me, I would keep doing anything within my power to keep him here and alive.

Forgetting about the rose in my purse, I hugged my grandpa close as though I could keep him anchored on earth all on my own. "You're my friend, Papa. There's no else I would ather be with", I whispered with more tears forming in my eyes.

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ALEKSANDER'S POV.

I'm not a very patient man, and it's easy for me to admit that. When I want something, I get it and when I want someone..... The story is the same.

When I wanted Rhea that first night, it had been so quick and easy to set up the meeting and have her. Within hours of seeing her on stage, she was underneath me and my cock was deep inside of her. And I wanted that again.

I want her again.

Even though I had reached out to Dax again,as I promised Rhea I would, the man had confirmed nothing about an exclusive contract.
His last message stated he would look into it, and that was it. Now two weeks later, and I didn't have Rhea's phone number to just meet up with her. Although I didn't think she would, even if I asked.

Having Harriet suck me off in my office was getting tiresome. The assistant was getting far too clingy, and I would feel bad firing her just because I used her when thoughts of Rhea got the better of me. But Dax was giving me the run around and thinking of Rhea made my dick painfully hard.

The noises of the bustling office were drowned out by my thoughts as I left the building half way through the day. The sky was dark, and it smelled like it would start raining any time. I ignored every one else on the crowded sidewalks and lit up a cigarette, letting the cold midday breeze kiss my skin and rustle my hair.

My thoughts were entering dangerous territory as I thought of Rhea. That morning with her two weeks ago had been one of the best of my life, and I wanted to taste her again. Just remembering how she came made me crave something with peaches and cream.

She didn't go to the parties after her performances, so I doubted that going to one of those again would lead me to her. She had social media accounts, but they seemed as though she only used them to promote the shows and doubted that she would respond if I contacted her that way. It irritated me that I even checked.

Before my thoughts could take me places within the realm of staking, I sent another text to Dax.

*How much? Name your price?*

Antonio pulled up to the front of the building just as I was putting out the cigarette and climbed into the back of the car. I took a deep breath, filled with relief to get out of the cold and away from the city's crowd. Even with threat of rain overhead the streets were full as always.

"Good afternoon, Mr Makalov," Antonio greeted.