Jonathan Roy Part 4
“It's done, now eat. You said you didn’t have lunch…”
“I’m not hungry. You can’t make decisions for me. You can’t just...” She rubs her fingers over her face, glaring at me in frustration.
“Eat or drink the juice. I’m giving you a choice, not an option to refuse.” I turn my face toward hers, raising my fingers to finish buttoning my shirt.
Gim moves slowly, grumbling. She grabs the juice glass and takes a big gulp. I walk to the bed, keeping my eyes on hers. Once she finishes the juice, she angrily places it back on the tray like a petulant child.
“Come here.” I lift the blanket off the bed, holding it up for her. She looks at me and then the bed.
“I think I’d like to put on some clothes first, if you don’t mind...” Her sarcastic words are interrupted by a yawn, which makes her smile at the end. “God, what was that medicine?”
My fingers are already on her shoulder as she tries to move to the closet. I direct her to the bed, letting the towel fall from her body to the floor.
“Oh, damn it, Jonathan.” Ginger smacks my shoulder as I lift her again, as if my arms are used to her body being close. “Can’t you stop trying to control me?”
“Rest.” I lay her on the bed, placing her head on the pillow and releasing my arms from her body.
Her sleepy eyes follow my every move as I pull the blanket from the foot of the bed, covering her body. I pause for a second to admire her bare breasts. The mark of my teeth on her rounded tits is only overshadowed by the hickeys on her neck, tattooed on the side.
“You’re staring, Mr. Roy.” I smile, covering her and keeping her warm. Gim turns onto her side, letting her smile fade. “Why are you here, Jonathan?”
I don’t have the answer to that question; I’m trying to understand.
“Sleep, Miss Fox,” I reply softly, continuing to look at her.
Gim puts her hand under her face, snuggling into the covers.
“I think no one has ever done this for me...” I walk slowly, stopping near the bed, putting my hand in my pants pocket to keep my fingers away from her.
“What has never been done, Gim?” Her sleepy face releases another yawn, crinkling the tip of her nose.
“Caring...” Gim blinks her long black lashes, her eyes growing heavy as she slowly closes them. “My body is so weak...”—A small smile brings a calm sigh—“I’ve been hiding for so long, just like Baby did, and I feel like a bad person for judging her.”
Her black eyes open, becoming vacant and looking at me.
“I spent so much time wanting to be the proper woman, the perfect wife, but the truth is, I’ll never be her. That’s my secret, and I only confirmed it when I discovered Baby’s secret.”
“Everyone has secrets, little Nautilus. We all hide something.” She adjusts herself, pulling the blanket over her and closing her eyes as her breathing slows and softens.
“It's a good thing Jon isn’t here...” Her voice grows softer with each breath. “He’s away from everything.”
“Is it good that Jon is away?” Gim just nods, opening her sleepy eyes and closing them again. “Why?”
“Safe...” She lets out a calm breath, letting me know she’s falling asleep.
I turn off the room light, grab my blazer from the dresser, and head for the exit. My fingers grasp the doorknob, opening the door, but I’m stopped by the whisper coming from the bed.
“What’s your secret, Roy?” I look in her direction, admiring her sleeping face.
“You, Miss Fox,” I reply softly, knowing Gim’s mind is too far away at this moment. I leave the room and lock the door behind me, facing the empty hallway in front of me.
She is my secret, my demon, and somehow she’s turning my controlled world upside down.
***
“Before coming to the office, I went to see Lorane.” I shift my gaze from the empty chair, pulling myself out of my thoughts and turning my attention back to Baby. “She told me that you want to admit her.”
“I had already warned you, Baby. Lorane is hanging by a thread, which is why I made this decision.” I exhale, feeling overwhelmed by the additional madness with Lorane. Baby remains silent, merely nodding.
“I never wanted it to come to this. I tried to explain to her in every way, but Lorane only gets worse over time.” Lorane is out of control. Her lack of restraint made her lash out at Ginger with a desire to hurt, and that makes me anxious.
“My decision has been made, Baby, with or without your approval. I can’t help someone who doesn’t want help. Lorane has dug her own grave.”
I turn my chair, fixing my gaze on the painting on the wall, signaling to Baby that our conversation is over. I need silence to try to regain my control, which had been left in that room.
“What’s your secret, Roy?”
The soft, sleepy tone of her voice hammers in my mind. How will Ginger react if she learns that my secrets are as dark as Baby’s?
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