WHO IS IN CONTROL?

DIEGO'S POV

I pulled myself up from my custom-made bathtub and unto my wheelchair which I had left right beside the bathtub. Three years ago, I'd had my bathroom remodeled to better suit my needs. The bathtub was high enough that I could lower myself into it and also raise myself out of it, with the support of my arms.

I flexed those arms now as I reached for the towel. I trained hard to keep fit and also strengthen all my other muscles. If my legs were going to be useless to me, at least my arms can become strong enough to support my weight whenever I need that.

Simply tossing the towel over my lower body, I wheeled myself out the door. Then I stopped in my tracks.

Who the hell is that on my bed? I wondered. My eyes were already seeing red before I got close enough to see her clearly.

I swallowed. Hard. I fought it with my mind but my manhood had a mind of its own. It stood at attention under the towel, as if it was saluting the mouth-watering sight in front of me, throbbing almost