My dark warrior

"I'm full." I pushed away the spoon he held before my lips.

His eyes narrowed. "You are not. You haven't eaten anything since noon. Now finish it, then I will feed you your medicine."

"I can take them myself," I grumbled, trying to move away from his lap. But that damn strong arm kept me firm against him.

After our conversation, he began to treat me like a child. He changed my clothes, forced me to drink a glass of juice and when I wanted to go to the bathroom, he carried me to it. And to my utter embarrassment, he refused to leave me alone in the bathroom. He was perfectly fine seeing me pee.

The nerve of this man!

After a thousand pleadings with a red face from embarrassment, I made his grumbling ass stand at the door with his back to me while I did my thing. And now he made me sit on his lap and fed me the soup Maria brought for me as per his order.

True to his word, he wasn't letting me out of his sight even for a second. He even ignored his phone calls and voice messages.

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