Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33162 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33162 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
She rested against him and Roman peeled the clothes from her body. She helped him as best she could. Her whole body ached. Roman washed her and she was able to stand. She tried to do everything herself but he wouldn’t let her.
“I’ve got you, baby.”
Chloe had no idea why those words helped her, but they did. Sometime during the shower, she had another wave of sickness. Roman took her back to the shower. He finished washing her and then he dried her as well.
Chloe protested as he picked her up. He didn’t take her back to the bed, as her side was soaking wet from all the sweating. He lowered her into a chair. She watched, unable to help as he stripped the bed, removed the covers, and then changed it.
Chloe had never seen him make the bed before. “I didn’t think you knew how. Don’t you have staff to do it?”
“I have a wife who sleeps a little later than me. I’m guessing she’s the one who makes our bed.”
“Correct.”
She groaned, pressing her fingers to her head.
“Are you going to be sick again?”
“No, no. I’m fine.”
He grabbed a shirt and a pair of sweatpants.
“These aren’t mine,” she said.
“I know. They’re mine.” It was on the tip of her tongue to protest, but she didn’t, because the moment the clothes were on her body, what was the point? They smelled like him, and right now, she needed all the comfort she could get.
“Right, time for you to get into bed. I’ll call the doctor.”
“You don’t need to call the doctor.” She pouted.
“I’ll do what I think is best. You don’t have the best track record for taking care of yourself.”
She gasped. “That is such a lie.” Talking was hurting her head. “I’ll be fine. You can go to work. I can take care of myself.”
Lying down in bed felt so good. The moment her head touched the cool pillow, her headache began to ease. She would just rest a little while and then get up and do everything she needed to do. Resting was fine. She wanted to curl up and go to sleep.
“Chloe, I’m not going anywhere.”
“You don’t have to take care of me. I know you don’t love me.” She smiled. “I have to keep telling myself that so I can try and fall out of love with you.” She couldn’t help but pout and she opened her eyes and looked at him. “I think that’s the cruelest thing you’ve done to me.”
He didn’t say a word, just looked at her.
“You made me fall in love with you, and you didn’t love me at all.” It was so tiring talking and her stomach was hurting, and she just needed to fall asleep.
Chapter Nine
“I never get ill,” Roman said, then tried to stop himself from crying out. The pain was ridiculous.
He saw Chloe wince. Whatever she had, she’d given to him, and now he struggled to not vomit.
“You’re not going into work today,” Chloe said, taking over and removing his jacket from him.
“Be careful,” he said, knowing his jacket had several guns. All of them had the safety on, but he wasn’t willing to risk her life.
She slowly, patiently, put the jacket over the back of the chair. Her hand came out and she gently placed it over his head. “You’re burning up.”
“I’m fine. I always run a little hot.” Another stomach spasm hit him and he placed his hand over his mouth.
He hadn’t been sick in a long time. In fact, he couldn’t remember the last time. He had a strong constitution. This made no sense to him how he could be feeling so rotten.
“You’re going to be sick.” She reached out and grabbed his arm. “And you’re shaking. I know you don’t like the idea of being ill, but you have to accept it.”
“I don’t have to accept anything. I don’t believe I’m ill. I’m perfectly fine.”
“Well, how about we get you to the bathroom, just in case? I know you’d hate for me to be cleaning up your vomit, and getting sick on the carpet is a nightmare, trust me.”
The more she talked about cleaning up vomit, the worse he felt.
“I’m going to be sick,” he said.
He allowed Chloe to guide him to the bathroom. There was no way he would allow any of his men to see him like this. She helped him to the toilet, he sank to his knees, and then the world tried to escape.
This was awful. Roman expected Chloe to go as the smell was even worse, but she stayed. She rubbed his back and soothed him, telling him it was going to be okay. He loved the feel of her hands on his back. She did help to soothe the pain.
“I’m fine,” he said.
She didn’t allow him to move and then he knew why. Another wave of sickness erupted. This time, he was vomiting for so long, he struggled to catch his breath. Once he was done, he couldn’t help but collapse on the bathroom floor. The tile was so cool against his heated flesh.