Chapter 9: The Downside Of Being A Single Mother

“I’m not putting it on.” It’s my first reaction when I hear the word blindfold come out of his mouth.

“It’s not for you, it’s for me. I suppose you’ll feel less embarrassed that way. On a plus point, there’s nothing morally wrong in tending to a blind man.” Denzel shrugs with a smile that asks; Aren’t I brilliant?

He tells me to bring a tie from his closet. I grit my teeth and obey his wish. After searching through the lavish clothes, I find a black tie.

When I head back to the bathroom, I catch a momentary glance of him getting into the soapy bathtub. He puts away the towel and perches down, leaning his head back.

“Too mesmerised to speak, Miss West?” His eyes are shut, but a smirk is plastered on his smug face.

“You overestimate yourself, Mr. Flynn.” I take measured steps towards the tub.

The back of his head is facing me. He doesn’t speak and enjoys his bath. His fractured hand and leg are outside the water. And given his six feet two inches of height, he looks comfortable en