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“Is this Ms. Valencia?”
“This is she,” I answered, and I frowned as I sat up. “Who is this?”
“This is Dr. Paul Stevens calling. Is your fiancé Sebastian Chamberlain?”
“Yes.”
“Earlier this morning, emergency crews rushed Mr. Chamberlain to the hospital, and he’s currently in the emergency department because of his involvement in an attack.”
“An attack?”
“A robbery, ma’am, and he sustained injuries.”
A wave of shock—not worry about Sebastian—hit me as a hand flew up to my mouth, and the news threw me off. Asshole deserved the punishment, but I still had to appear to care.
“What type of injuries?” I asked.
“He suffered severe injury to his hands. Mr. Chamberlain also has a concussion from a blow to his head.”
“Oh, my God! I’m on my way.”
I smiled and cut the conversation short. I was a concerned bride-to-be who needed to hurry to her fiancé’s side. The press wouldhave a field day with this breaking news story, and I’d have to creep in through a back entrance.
I clapped my hands and jumped up with excitement from the bed. Poor Sebastian must be in excruciating pain. I couldn’t wait to see him and witness his agony firsthand.
I hurried as fast as I could, but my ass hurt. The reminder of the baton shoved between the crevice of my hole stung. Literally. But I grew to love the anal fucking I had received and paid a blissful price.
“Fuckers,” I mumbled as I cursed my ghosts and put on some high heels before walking out the door.
The hospital was a ten-minute taxi ride from home, and I searched on Google for the latest on my dear damaged fiancé. News articles came from all different media outlets. Word was out about Sebastian had been robbed in the old downtown with his wallet stolen and he had sustained non life-threatening injuries. But I bet this would bruise his ego for a lifetime.
I snorted while the cab driver peered at me in his rearview mirror with an arched eyebrow as if I was crazy. But I didn’t give a shit. Sebastian was hurting, and I’d bask in joy at every moment.
“Please go around the back,” I urged with my joy cut short, and I ignored his leering gander.
The cabbie swerved to pass a slow-moving car and ran a red light. A normal occurrence in the city. There was a crowd of vehicles in a traffic jam up ahead with news vans and video journalists. They held their microphones and video cameras, following them. Ready to get a glimpse of me, but I’d ensure they wouldn’t because I didn’t want to deal with the chaos today.
The taxicab ventured around the mayhem, and I spotted a way inside. “Let me out here.”
Once inside the busy hospital hallways, I quickly found a nurse’s desk. She kindly directed me to go down the hallway and make a left. Sebastian had a private room in the emergency wing and was receiving the finest treatment for a broken man who deserved much less.
Sebastian’s room was the second one on the left and there was quite the crowd outside his door. Doctors in scrubs with charts in their hands were in deep conversation. I heard the words “acute fractures” and “mild traumatic brain injury,” but those references made my heart beat with joy.
Patiently, I waited until the doorway was clear, and I held my breath for the sight I was about to witness. Slowly, I ambled forward as my head poked from theside of the door and my eyes found him. My dearly contused husband-to-be.
Sebastian was out cold. Fiberglass casts covered Sebastian’s hands, and he wore a hospital gown. The look suited him. I crept in quietly, making sure not to wake him, and admired what the attack had done to him. Silently, I thanked whoever my angel had been. This time, luck had been on my side and evil hadn’t won. Satan received a beat down.
Swiftly, matters shifted as my abdomen twinged with cramps and my lower back ached. I was due for my monthly cycle and the damn bitch had decided today was the day to show. A time to wreak havoc on me, surely with a heavy flow, opening up the blood gates of hell.
Fuck my life.
I had to find a restroom right away, and some distance from Sebastian would be nice. I’d come back after I got a tampon in me and some drugs for the pain. But I’d have to convince a nurse to give me some because I didn’t have any.
Back down the hallway, I found an empty room. Private as much as Sebastian’s, but unused as I made my way inside and closed the door behind me with a click. The bathroom was located further into the vast space, and I hurried toward it. A slight dampness was in my panties, and I knew the flow had already started.Damn. The spare thong I kept in my purse would come of use.
I closed the restroom door, and my panties were mid-thigh when I heard a commotion. Voices came from the other side of the door. An argument ensued, but I recognized the voices.
Thirty-Seven
