Stephan(30)

I raised my eyebrow, because really, I could get my own water to the temperature I wanted. Stephan stared at me and I glared back. I crossed my arms over my chest, which was hard to do with a cast, and gave my best death stare. I wasn’t taking my gown off until he left. No way was he seeing me naked…er again.

“Do you need me to help you undress?”

“No. Get out.” He didn’t move so I stood, hobbling toward him. “Out now, Stephan, or so help me God I will kill you.”

The wanker smiled. “Okay, little bit, I’ll be out the door. Call me when you get in the shower.”

Ha, I wasn’t going to call him. He left and shut the door and locked it, grinning at my win.

Stripping out of my hospital gown and underwear was a workout. I slowly made my way back to the running water and eased under it, wincing when it hit my still tender flesh. I was glad Stephan wasn’t in the bathroom. He would have freaked when I’d winced and taken me out. He’d become more overbearing than ever. I told myself over and over he was looking after me, but today it wasn’t helping.

At the side I noticed a pink overnight bag. Opening it I saw everything I could ever need. The bag was stuffed full of shampoo, conditioner, body wash, face scrub, bunch of creams, a new toothbrush, and toothpaste. She’d even added a small sewing kit, and a miniature manicure set. I stayed in the shower for as long as I could and used most of my new things.

I sighed and got out when I heard, “I’m coming in now if you don’t answer me. I’ll break the fucking door if I have to.”

Turning off the shower, I wrapped the towel around me and yelled, “I’m fine. Stay calm and don’t even think of coming in here.”

When I didn’t hear anything back I dried myself and went to over to a very expensive looking pink and black suitcase. I opened it and groaned, if it was all very girly. I was a jeans and t-shirt girl, sometimes I wore a skirt and heels, but these, were, well they were something. They were all in my size and every piece was name brand. I picked out pink panties. The matching bra was nice but I knew with my cast I’d never get it on, well not while I was still bruised and in pain. Rummaging through I found a bunch of silk and satin PJs. Picking out the one that covered the most, I put the top on and the pants using the seat to help my balance.

Taking a deep calming breath, I hobbled to the door, gritting my teeth as the pain in my legs made themselves known, and I opened the door. I stood still because I knew if Stephan saw me move he’d flip.

He gave me a slow appraisal. “You look cute.”

I knew I still looked like shit, all purple, black, and yellow, but I had to pick my fights so there was no point in arguing. “Thanks. It’s nice of your mum to lend me her clothes.”

“Oh she didn’t lend you anything. She bought you everything and had them washed and ready for you.”

“What? You’re joking, right? She can’t have. She would have spent a fortune. They’re all big name brands.”

He shrugged. “She did. Everything is yours, even the suitcase.” He came to me, picked me up, and wrapped my good arm around him. “She’s excited. Silly thing even painted a bedroom suite for you. I told her you were staying in my room with me.”

“I am not.”

He kissed my forehead. “Yeah, little bit, you are.”

Stephan sat me on the bed and I glared at him. “I most assuredly am not.”

He chuckled. “Uh-huh, you can think that, but you’re going to get a shock tomorrow to see your things in my room, which is now our room.”

“I really hate you.”

“No, you really don’t.”

“Argh, stop telling me how I feel.”

Laughter had me glancing at the door to see a couple in their late forties, standing watching. I felt heat rise on my cheeks in embarrassment as I realized the couple were Stephan’s parents. “Oh God kill me now,” I whispered.

A huge smile spread across Stephan’s face and I sighed. Damn dimples. His parents laughed and I wanted to bury myself in the covers and hide.

They came further into the room and I could see where Derick and Stephan got their looks. Stephan’s mother was gorgeous, she had long blonde hair, big brown eyes with super long lashes, big thick lips, and a stunning curvy body. Stephan’s father was his clone or he was his, jet-black hair, deep ocean blue eyes and strong masculine features. When I looked at him he smiled and dimples popped on two cheeks. Damn. Who knew an old man could be hot.

Stephan growled and my gazed darted to him. “Stop checking out my dad.”

“I’m not. Well, I am but it’s just he’s your clone or…um …I mean you’re his errr clone.”