Chapter 90: The Sad Truth
Amaris POV
He took my palms off my face, his eyes scrolled mine as I swallowed hard, trying to control my tears and he used his palm to wipe my tears.
There was no words to say between us but then he carried me and place back on the bed. He was looking devastated and shattered. His hair covers his face partly.
His eyes gaze at the strain on my ankle.
"It's gonna hurt but trust me, it's for your good" he whispers, his voice wasn't harsh.
I placed a doleful look at him, I never wanted it to end this way.
He sat back on the chair and examined it like the locals.
I threw my face away to avoid his sturdy abs. They were inviting that the thought of touching and fondling them lurks in my head.
Caleb didn't seem concern about my reaction and he wore a face of seriousness.
When our eyes accidentally locked, I could sense he was scared. He tried applied some ointment and then massage it to my skin and I whimpered, feeling pain.
I cried burying my face on his chest and shivering.
I clench my hand on his shoulders as excruciating pain course through my body.
My body vibrates and I scream in tears.
My face had turned pale as my teeth bite his skin. I became vulnerable again just wanting to be in his arms.
"I thought amaris feels no pain" he joked gawping at me while I clenched my teeth.
I rose my head from his chest and saw his glistening skin that got my mouth salivating.
The pain wouldn't even let me say a word.
He was done. I scoffed unbelievably at him. If that was his way of consoling, then it wasn't funny.
I threw my face from him and cussed at this very day.
"Hey, amaris, you're the bravest woman ever, stay strong, it's gonna hurt but not forever" he whispers in a cool tone and I lowered my gaze at him.
His words struck me hard as my heart and breath was fast.
He spread his arms at me with that killer smile that got me lost. My eyes were partly opened as I whimper.
Looking at him, he felt like my world.
Weakly, I fell into his arms. I let my body sag, my muscles become loose.
He gave me the respect of an equal but cradled me like a cherished child.
In that embrace I felt my worries loose their keen sting and my optimism raise its head from the dirt.
Perhaps the hope had been there all along, but without some love it was trapped, like crystals in a stone.
I felt him brush my hair to the back with his piano player fingers and then he took my lips.
I was lazy and I let him take control, we groan in each other's mouth.
I'd blame it on my emotions as I felt so horny right that moment but then slumber was calling.
I unintentionally dragged my lips from his and pressed my body against his. His hand strokes my back as I weep softly.
I didn't know how to feel but I was safe in his arms
He made me in his arms to lay on the fluffy bed, he'd created and was right beside me cuddling me in his arms.
Why wouldn't he just let go? Why was he acting this way when he seems annoyed and trying to keep calm.
I could feel his groan, his fingers massaging the skin on my back, his dick rub my conceal pussy and I had a feeling he wanted to have sex.
"No sex now" I clearly instructed barely recognizing my voice and he rolled his eyes with contempt.
It was obvious, I was restraining him, I lowered my eyes at his dick and sheepishly smile.
It had risen in his pant.
He laid right next to me and we both stared at each other awkwardly until he whispers that I should sleep or else he'd fuck me.
I shut my eyes and after a while of opening them, I realized he was sleeping too.
I heaved a sigh and slept back.
***
It morning and the sunray reminded me of such and I let out a yawn, rubbing my forehead.
I tried to turn but his strong arms were holding me pinned. Nervously, I moved my body to face him.
His face seems frightened as he was rolling his head gently, his forehead covered with sweat.
My eyes lowered at his shirt and I felt abashed. I had drool my saliva over him and I folded my lips cussing myself.
I stared at him doing nothing except a having a queer feeling and I almost touched him on the shoulder when he spur his eyes opened.
I quickly closed my eyes, pretending not to look but then I felt his breath on my eyes which made me flutter my lashes.
That was just to let me know he saw me and I shyly spur them open only to meet his warm gaze on me.
"How's your ankle this morning" he questioned rising from the bed and then trail his hand towards my ankle while I tried sitting upright.
"At least it didn't chop off" i replied in a dull tone. He explains we need to head to the hospital just so he'd confirm that I didn't break a bone.
However, that was the least of my worries. My panic was over his family and the way he present me to others.
Adding to that, the illusion of last night, that he actually beat me up.
"Caleb?" I called as he threw his gaze at me. My hands trembles because I was uncertain if he'd listen.
"Can you please stop telling everyone that we fucked, I mean the way you present your speech about me... it's..."
"I'd try" he quickly cut in and I ducked my head if someone was actually in Caleb.
He was strange ever since he treated me or does he have a two phase that I haven't encountered before.
When he rose up from the bed, he stretched his hand at me and said;
"Let's go to the beach after a visit to the hospital"
"I..."
"I wasn't asking for your opinion, you're following me"
***
I stood at a corner of the ward, staring at the woman who he held her hand firmly. She was on life support and her breathing was ragged.
Her eyes were shut tightly and the beeping sound of the heart rate machine was loud.
The strong scent of disinfectant lingers around my nose. He didn't tell me we'd be visiting anyone.
After bringing me over here for a checkup and proper treatment, he claims we needed to seek the blessing of someone and brought me here.
It was a vip ward and very expensive. However, I just don't know who this woman was.
"Mom, i'm getting married" he said in a low husky tone and my heart was flustered as I drew closer, took a stool to sit beside him.
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