Fulfillment(60)

“I just remembered something. I didn’t trip, Bryce. I know I didn’t trip. My shoes were on just fine. I must’ve had some kind of imbalance or something, but I know I didn’t trip.” I was speaking fast, desperate to voice what I had just visualised.

“It’s okay, Hunny. Like you said, maybe you had a moment of imbalance. Either way, it still wasn’t your fault. Stop torturing yourself, you can’t change it.”

I nodded at him then looked back at the stairs, not wanting to go near them. “Please don’t carry me up them.”

“I wasn’t going to,” he said softly as he kissed my head. “Where do you want go, though?”

“I don’t know. I might just stay where I am,” I raised my eyebrow at him.

“Suits me just fine.” Of course it does. I wouldn’t put it past you actually carrying me all day.

“No, I’m kidding. Anyway, what are your plans for today? Do you have to work?”

“No, I’m all yours. Arthur has taken on more responsibility, so don’t worry about my work. Whatever you want or need, I’m here for you. I’m at your beck and call.”

He remained standing there, holding me in his arms waiting for my instructions.

“Oh...” I said, bemused. I really shouldn’t be bemused. This is Mr. Perfect-Loving-Caring Clark we are talking about. “Well then, in that case take me wherever you want to take me. I’m basically as useless as tits on a bull at the moment.”

He raised his eyebrow. I didn’t think he meant to do it seductively. He was kind of being a perfect gentleman. The thing was, this man could not raise an eyebrow without it being seductive.

“I doubt that is true, Alexis. I can think of many things we can do without the use of your leg.” Okay, he definitely meant it seductively.

“I’m sure you can, but don’t forget, I can’t have sex—”

He laughed. “I haven’t forgotten, and no...I wasn’t insinuating that.”

“Oh. Well what did you have in mind?”

His mischievous, almost child-like grin appeared, and he carried me into the man-cave, placing me gently onto the sofa.

I grabbed his face. “You are not going to carry me around everywhere.”

“You do not have a choice if I choose to leave your crutches in the car.” He stood back up and winked at me before heading for the door.

“Bryce, what if I need to pee...or even worse?”

He didn’t look back, just laughed. “I’ll carry you,” he asserted.

“Bryce, you can’t—”

He exited the room. Grrr, talk about taking advantage of my inability to walk.

I shuffled uncomfortably on the couch, feeling the effects of my pain killers wearing off. I quickly calculated when I could take some more. Two, four, six hours...now. Good!

I pulled out my phone and sent Bryce a text:

Seeing as u wish 2 b my immobility-bitch,

Can u please bring me some water & painkillers ♥ - Alexis





I received a reply straight away:

Did u just call me a bitch? - Bryce





I giggled. Shit!

Yes...yes I did. I kinda like the sound of it, don’t u? - Alexis





No. U do realise u r going 2 have 2 pay 4 that. - Bryce





Pfft, what’s he gonna do?

Oooh, what r u going 2 do about it? Break my leg?

Ok, bad joke. Really bad joke, Alexis. Never mind. I take it back. - Alexis





I quickly sent another text:

P.S. I take back the break leg bit, not the bitch bit.

You’re still my bitch. - Alexis





I typed another, I was now in apology-mode.

P.P.S. I love u by the way. - Alexis.





I waited for a response. I didn’t get one, so I typed again:

Bryce? I’m only kidding. You’re not a bitch, I am. - Alexis





I still hadn’t received a reply minutes later, and after agonisingly waiting yet another minute, I got concerned. I was just about to roll off the sofa and perform some kind of caterpillar manoeuvre in order to go find him—becoming some form of wiggly looper—when a single rose was placed over my head in front of my face. I clasped it as his warm breath caressed my ear.

“One, you’re not a bitch. Two, I love you, too. And three, yes...you will pay for that.”

He gently nipped at my ear lobe then kissed my neck.

I shivered with delight. “I look forward to ‘paying’, Bryce, but that is going to have to wait for a few weeks.”

He walked around to the front of the sofa and put down a tray which contained a hot white chocolate, an espresso, two muffins, some Tim-Tams and a bowl of popcorn. He turned to me and got down on his knees so that his face was level with my own.

“Let me tell you something. When you are ready to make love to me again, you will not be ‘paying’ for anything. I will be the one ‘paying’, paying a considerable amount of attention to making you come in every possible way.”