Chapter 37
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A phone call from private number.
I hesitated but still picked up the call. I huffed and repositioned my freaking big teddy bear under my arm pits.
"Even your breathing sounds so sexy." His disguised voice together with the static background noises could be heard from the other line.
"What do you want?" I asked annoyed.
"I told you to not move." He answered.
"Maybe you didn't know, but I am trying to go home right now." I retorted.
He chuckled. "I know, that's why I am on my way to pick you up right now."
I stared at my phone screen, blinked a few times before I placed it back against my ear. "Why?" I questioned wearily.
"I bugged your friend's home, remember? There's no way that I will let you go home carrying a bear with almost the same size as you and with a leg like that." He answered in a 'duh' like sounding voice.
I scoffed slightly. "I could just call a uber or something, no need for you to do that."
An angry growl could be heard from the other line; managing not only to shake my phone with its vibration, but to also find a way to my core sending tremor through my whole body.
"I-I get it. I will wait for you here. Just hurry up, my arms are starting to fall off." I stammered.
"I'll be there in a minute." He said with a gruff and hung up.
'I guess that this is better than dragging my body home.' I thought as I went and sat down on the curb placing the crouches and the giant plushie next to me; shaking my arms trying to bring some feeling back in to them.
"You sure are a heavy thing." I grumbled, but smiled slightly as I glared at him.
Feeling the cold breezing wind passing by my neck I looked up at the sky that was now covered in grey hue colored clouds; the warmth of the sun absorbed in them. "How did the weather change so swiftly?" I mumbled.
An unexpected honk made me snap my neck to see that Jack had arrived…in that damn range rover! He parked next to me and stepped out walking towards me, but he stopped in his track when he saw me staring at him with a scowling expression.
"What?" He asked wearily as he grabbed the giant bear to put it back inside the car.
"Why did you bring this car?" I gritted.
"Why? You don't like it?" He asked worriedly as he placed his hand on top of the car, caressing it.
I gave him the 'are you serious right now?' look. "Oh geez Jack, it's not that I don't like the car, let me think…" With my index finger I tapped lightly at my temple in a pondering stance. "Maybe it's because this car doesn't have any locks on the inside? You know the car that you use for murder and kidnapping?" I said in a slight high pitch tone.
He chuckles. "Don't worry about those small details." He waved it off and reached out to me. With a swift movement I brought up one of the crutches against Jack; keeping him on an arm length distance. "Wow there big boy. I can walk just fine to the door no need to carry me." I said knowing what he wanted to do.
He held up his hands, in a surrendering stand. "I am just worried that you mind stumble and fall."
I threw my head back and laughed, keeping the crutch steady. "You can't be serious."
"I am deadly serious." He said in a none joking manner. "What if my baby worsens her injury?"
"I am a grown woman, not a baby." I said with a half-smile.
He tutted with his index finger and pushed with the same finger the crutch aside stepping inside my boundary, lifting my chin up. "When are you going to learn that you are my baby?" He whispered lowly.
"When are you going to buzz off?" I questioned.
"Never." His voice hardened making me swallow a nervous lump.
"Well there you have your answer." I sneered.
He lets out an exasperated sigh, throwing back his head. "Let me at least guide you. I won't take a no for answer." He said in a firm tone as he reached out his gloved hand for me to grab.
With an exhale I grabbed it, rolling my eyes. He chuckled and held on to my hand tightly guiding me carefully to the door as if I was a princess. He opened the door for me and with inaudible words I grumbled, entering the car. "I was never treated like this before." I mumbled situating myself in the seat. Jack already grabbed the seatbelt before I could strap myself in
"You better get used to this." He said, fastening my seatbelt and closing the door. I gazed uncomfortable at the door where there was no handle nor lock to be seen.
'There's no way I can get used to this car.' I frowned.
"Buckle up." He said strapping himself in as he started the roaring engine of the car.
With a grumbled up expression I crossed my arms and slumped even further into the seat. "Funny."
