The Billionaire(20)

"Are we happy about the news son?" Dad clapped his hand on my shoulder?

"Yes dad, very happy. I haven't told Blossom yet though. I'm waiting until we're out of the woods then I'll tell her."

"Then congratulations what did the doctors say about her injuries?" Dad  went into doctor mode and ended up hunting down her doctor for answers  since I was of no help there. I couldn't remember half of what the man  had said other than that she was going to be okay.





We spent the next hour and a half hashing out the best course of action when she was released.

Dad wanted to know why she'd been airlifted in the first place if all  she had were a few broken bones and I explained that they'd thought her  head injury was more severe from the on scene examination. It didn't  matter to me, as long as she was getting the best care that's all I  really cared about.

"I think Ashley should come stay with us for a couple of weeks, we'll  get her a nurse to help out but you have to work and I'm home all day  anyway..."

"Thanks mom but no, she's my wife I'll be the one to take care of her, the nurse sounds like a good idea though."

"Whatever works for you son, we're going to go check into the hotel now, we'll be back later, do you need anything?"

"No mom thanks and thanks again for coming."

I watched them leave and checked my watch. I was surprised that I hadn't  heard back from my guys as yet. Just as I had the thought my phone  vibrated in my pocket.

"Thorpe."

"It's done."

I hung up without saying another word.

And so it begins, there was no going back now. I've started a war with  Clifton Sanders. I've taken the fight right to his door, literally.

The next move was his but I had eyes on him, his every move was being documented and his house was still wiretapped.

There was still one more thing I needed to do though. I wanted to make sure all the players pay.





When Blossom finally woke up again she was hungry. That was supposedly a  good sign but they kept her on light foods like broth and juice. I  wanted to run out and get her the damn burger that she'd never got the  chance to have.

She fussed a lot because of the discomfort in her arm and leg, she  couldn't move around at her usual speed and she kept banging her arm and  her leg into the rail.

"Baby let me do it okay."

I took the spoon from her and fed her her soup.                       
       
           



       

She wanted to know when we could go home, the doctor had said two days and I wasn't willing to move her before then.

She made such a face when I told her she had to stay that I was tempted  to beg the doctor to let her leave. Then she almost had a coronary when I  was leaving to go get him.

"Ashley what's wrong?"

"Don't leave me please." She pulled on my shirt, her eyes wide with fright.

" Baby what's going on in that head of yours of course I'm not gonna leave you come ‘ere."

I climbed back onto the bed and drew her onto my lap. She curled into me  like a baby and my arms drew tighter around her. I could feel the  runaway beat of her heart. My baby was scared.

" I don't want them to get me."

"Who baby?" Please God no, don't let her know. I'd always believed that  she had no idea what her sick fuck of a father was up to. She hadn't  been told about the accident so what was her fear?

"Who Blossom?"

"The monster, he'll get me if you're not here." I was becoming afraid,  had she had some kind of psychotic break or something? I tried to play  over every conversation we'd ever had to see if there was any clue to  what she spoke of. She'd never once let on that she knew her father had  anything planned for her so what … ?

"Baby what monster? What are you talking about?"

"I can't tell you." She rocked back and forth in my arms as her hold on my shirt tightened.

What the fuck is going on here? She sounded scared out of her mind, now  I'm really becoming afraid that the blow to her head had damaged her  somehow.

"Tell me Blossom, there's nothing you can't tell me, ever."

"You'll hate me, you'll think I'm dirty." She started crying so hard she almost choked on her tears.

I racked my brain trying to figure out what the hell she could possibly be talking about.

"Baby, I promise I will never think such a thing, ever. You're my baby  aren't you? How could I ever think that about my Blossom? I love you  more than anything else in this world nothing could ever stop me from  loving you, nothing. Now tell me."

I rubbed her back until she calmed somewhat, then through hiccoughing  starts and stops she told me a story that made my blood run even colder.





I listened as she told me about the man that had started visiting after  she'd had her first period at the age of twelve. I listened to the  horror of her being subjected to vaginal inspections by the man and  someone she called the doctor. I listened as she spoke of her father  standing by while strangers violated her. It was a wonder she had  escaped with her virginity or her fucking sanity intact. Heaven only  knows why the sick bastard hadn't let them take her back then.

I cried in my soul as she cried herself sick in my arms. Apparently the  trauma of the accident had brought back her own personal terror to the  forefront.

"Why didn't you tell me this before baby?" I brushed her hair lovingly,  holding her hand. Doing anything I could to let her know I was there for  her and with her.

"I thought you wouldn't want me if you knew...if you knew that I was  bad." Her voice was barely above a whisper, so forlorn, so broken.

"Oh no baby no, you mustn't think like that. You did nothing wrong, it  was your father and those men that were bad. Do you know why they were  doing that to you?" I held my breath as I awaited her answer, hoping  that she was innocent of this at least, that she had no idea. I already  had a pretty good idea where this was going and whatever I thought I'd  felt before was nothing compared to the black rage that consumed me now.

"The monster was supposed to own me."

Fuck me, no.





Chapter 16



We spent two days in that hospital room together, two days in which I  only left her side to take a shower in her private bath. I'd put  everything on hold to take care of her, even giving her her sponge baths  because I couldn't stand for anyone else to touch her. Always at the  back of my mind was the conversation we'd started that night but I was  afraid to bring it back up just yet. She was still so fucking fragile.  So instead we spent the time talking and kissing, lots of kissing  because as Blossom had put it, she needed the practice. It seems as if  she'd gone away in her head, not a mental break like I'd believed at  first. More like her way of coping with the trauma was to push it aside  and not talk about it. I was prepared for the fallout though. I knew it  was only a matter of time before it all caught up with her ad when it  did. I'll be there to pick up the pieces.

For now we whispered to each other all day, made plans to do the things  she liked, places she wanted to see. I had rearranged my whole life in  these last two days. My business will have to take a backseat for the  foreseeable future because she was now at the top of the list. Until she  was one hundred percent better I wasn't about to leave her side and I  didn't want anyone else taking care of her either, not even mom unless I  was in a bind. I'll see to all her needs myself. How hard can it be? I  had no idea.                       
       
           



       

It started with her baths; they were a trial because it was hard to look  at her without touching her. She was banged up and in pain without the  meds and I still wanted her. She caught on quick to what was going on  whenever I washed her body. I guess the fact I spent five minutes  washing her pussy was a dead giveaway. She's such a little tease too and  so very responsive to my touch that she'd cum on the washcloth while I  held it against her heat. I threatened to stop and let the nurses take  over but she pouted and gave me the sulky bottom lip, which I couldn't  resist sucking into my mouth. Besides it's the only time she seems  relatively happy and like her old self so of course I wouldn't stop.

Bedtime was another trial for me. I'd tease her with my fingers softly  and gently until she came keeping her pinned so as not to hurt her poor  head. Then I'd slide down between her thighs and eat her to climax  again.

After that it seems she would always go off to sleep. That's when I did most of my thinking and planning.





My family had returned home after the first day. I might need them more  in the days to come than here in the hospital, so it was decided that  they'd go home since I had no intention of leaving her side.