Chapter 6: Quite The Nurse

Tiara McKenzie's Point Of View

I don't know what has gotten into me that I didn't even think twice. My car's parked in the parking lot of where Eli's condo is located.

I'm not gonna lie, the reason why I obeyed that jackass without any questions was probably because I am feeling a tad light headed to even start an argument which will definitely lead to him blackmailing me just to make me follow his whims.

I groaned before getting out of my car. I am carrying the painting he commissioned, of course.

I rang his doorbell with my elbow, almost dropping the painting like some stupid, clumsy bimbo.

I was already gritting my teeth in annoyance when he opened the door. He gently took the painting off my hands, ignoring my glares.

"Come in," He muttered as he turn his back on me.

I rolled my eyes and started being a bitch when he told me sit down as he headed to his office to get the check. I can't help but let out a small smile as I it seems like I can suddenly smell the scent of money in the air.

I checked the authenticity of the check as soon as I got my hands on it before sliding it insid3 my bag. I flashed a small smile and muttered thanks.

I pulled myself up and was about to walk away when he suddenly grabbed my wrist and pinned me on the wall. My eyes are as wide as I can't imagine as he slide his tongue in my agape mouth.

I tried to push him with my hand or kick him in his gut, however, he pulled me close and pinned my hands over my head. Disabling me from doing what I planned.

To my desperation, I bit his tongue and pushed him which made him move a little.

He was frowning while he was staring at me, assessing if there's something wrong with me, perhaps.

"What?" I snapped and rolled my eyes.

To my surprise, he leaned over until his forehead touched mine. He heaved a deep sigh and chuckled without humor.

"Honey, you're hot," He said.

I rolled my eyes and then glared at him. "Of course, I am," I laughed in a sarcastic manner. "You won't be this hard if I'm not," I said, feeling uncomfortable with his bulge on my stomach.

He lifted me up and headed in his room. I saw this coming. This is all he wanted anyway.

I expected him to throw me on his bed but he did the opposite. He gently laid me down and set the room temperature into quite warm.

I was watching him with obviously confused eyes when he looked into my direction. He pointed at his pocket in which his wallet was located.

"It was my wallet you were feeling, honey," He said with a wide grin.

I can feel my ears burning up. I averted my gaze.

"What I meant was, you're literally hot. Your body temperature is above normal," He explained as he placed the medicine on the bedside table. "I'm surprised you can still keep such cool expression when you're burning up."

I placed my palm against my forehead. True to his words, I sure have fever.

"Thanks for the meds, but I can manage," I was about to get off the bed when he pushed me back.

He raised his eyebrow. "Where do you think you're going, woman?"

"Where else? Home, of course," I tried the second time and he pushed me again.

He inched the gap between our faces. I don't know how I found it seductive when he lick his lips. "You're not going anywhere, woman."

"Oh dear, you can't stop me," I said and instantly switched our position.

If he was the one pinning me on the bed a second ago, now, he's the one underneath me.

I was about to dash out when my elbows weakened and I fell on his chest, having quite a hard time breathing while my head keeps throbbing.

"I can even if I don't try," He said and laughed. The way his chest vibrated when he laughed sent chills allover my body. Wait, no! That chill was because I'm feeling cold!

I felt him putting some strands of my hair behind my ears and then he whispered. "I don't even need to use my trump card, Miss A.S.S.A.S.S.I.N."

I frowned and shut my eyes. I was able to keep my cool despite my head throbbing badly and having goosebumps because of the chills earlier, why am I feeling weak now?

Fuck! This is why I avoid laying down when I don't feel well.

"Cold," I mumbled under my breath.

"Drink some meds, Tia," He said.

His arms are wrapped around my waist when he got up to sit down on the bed while I am still on top of him.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and buried my face on his chest as I shake my head. I felt him move and did something.

He then unwrapped my arms around his neck in a swift yet gentle manner. I opened my mouth to say something but before I could even do that, his lips are already against mine.

I resisted the moment the warm water along with the medicine passed from his mouth to mine but I can't push him away.

I kept returning the medicine back and he did the same. He did not pull away until I swallowed that damned pill.

I was panting, sitting on lips lap with the back of my palm against my mouth, still tasting the awful taste of the medicine.

I looked up to him with sharp glares only to see him grinning like a champion with both of his hands on the bed to support him while he leans.

"Want some more?" He joked.

I punched him on the chest and he laughed. He expertly put me back underneath him.

"Rest well, honey. You still haven't took care of my bulge, have you?" He joke again but my head is throbbing so bad to even respond.

I felt him kiss my forehead before I dozed off to sleep.

I groaned when I woke up feeling hot and cold at the same time. The somewhat familiar ceiling welcomed me when I opened my eyes.

I turned to my side and curled like a baby as I shiver under the blanket.

I did not bother to open my eyes again when I felt something move beside me.

"What could you have done to end up having a fever?" I heard him click his tongue.

"Shh," I muttered.

"Get up for a sec, Tia," I pulled the blanket over my head and refused to heed what he said. "Come on, stop being stubborn."

"Shut up just for toninght, Eli, please," I said with a damned hoarse voice.

"You really," I thought he would no longer try to persuade me when he went silent for a second or one, but I thought wrong. "The only time you do as I say willingly is when we're having sex, seriously." He shamelessly said.

I instantly, as in instantly, sprung out of the blanket just to glare at him. I held my temple when it throbbed.

"Just when are you going to shut up?"

"Until you were this," He handed me a red sweater. "And drink another of this," He gave me the medicine.

I wore the sweater upon feeling cold however, I shoved his other hand holding a medicine.

"No, I'm feeling better," I replied.

He stared at me dead in the eye and then slowly, a smile of mischief crept on his lips.

"I guess you loved how you took the med a few hours ago. You should have just told me you wanted to be feed like a baby bird," He said.

My eyes grew wide and suddenly felt quite hot. I grabbed the pill on the palm of his hand and shoved it in my mouth with my eyes closed.

"Good girl," He whispered in my ears.

I hid under the blanket. I gotta thank my sick self for quickly falling asleep despite of the embarrassment because of that damned guy.

I woke up really feeling better as if I did not act like a baby needed to be spoonfed last night.

I was already feeling uncomfortable until I opened my eyes.

Next to me is that topless asshole with his arms wrapped around my waist while my palms are against his well-built chest.

My lips parted when my eyes landed on his sleeping face. He does look angelic, only when he's asleep.

I can feel my face heating up upon realizing I was praising him too much at the back of my mind as if I like him. Duh! Me? Like this man?!

"I can give you a photo album of all of me if you want, Honey," He said as smile creeps on his lips. "I can even put my nudes if you want," And that smile broke into an annoying grin.

"I wasn't staring, asshole," I pushed him away, making him lay on his back and chuckle.

"I never mentioned that, Tia," He sat on the edge of the bed with his back on me.

He knows I'm an assassin, right? Isn't he scared that I might just stab him or slit his throat right now?

But damn, his back sure is sexy. With those scars from my scratc... oh hell, no!!! What the hell am I even thinking?

"Are you feeling better now?" He asked.

"Huh? Oh uhm, sure. Yeah, I'm feeling better," I replied.

"You can take a shower if you want. I bought you some clothes last night when you were drooling on my bed."

I flashed a sarcastic smile. "Can't you just say something nice to me even just for once?" I rolled my eyes before getting off the bed.

"Same goes to you," He replied. "I am just saying mean things because you do."

I peeked inside the paper bag. He got my sizes right.

I squinted my eyes. "You bought the correct size," I mumbled.

He grinned. "Well, I do know your measurements, honey. I mean, I've tried measuring them myself," He winked and walked out of the room laughing like a madman.

My ears are probably as red as tomatoes when I found my way to his bathroom.

To cut it all short, he bought me a pair of Victoria's Secret underwear, a gucci dress, and a pair of corporate attire. All to my taste, I must.

I intended to leave as soon as I am all dressed up however, I can't turn down a home-made breakfast from the guy who took care of me last night, right?

He was wearing a black apron while putting the dishes on place.

"You... can cook?" I whispered, wasn't intending for him to hear that.

"What? Did you assume all I can do is entice women and fuck the best?" He laughed while shaking his head.

"Fuck you"

"Oh I would love to, darling. You have no idea how handful you were last night that the first thing I thought of as a compensation for that was bed you," He leaned on the table with that sweet smile as if he did not say something dirty.

I summoned all my patience to not throw the fork at him. Instead of saying anything, I flashed a forced smile and rolled my eyes.

I took the initiative to sit down since he didn't ask me to but prepared meal for two people.

"And I don't fuck physically weak women."

"Oh trust me, I can kill you right now, Eli."

He roared into laughter. "Damn it, honey. Is this your way of making me hard early in the morning?"

My eyes widened when I realized he misinterpreted what I meant.

I waved both of my hands on the air while shaking my head. "Thaw was not what I meant! What I was saying was that I am not physically! My goodness you fucking asshole! Do you really want to die!"

My chest was heaving. I winced when my head throbbed.

"Okay, okay, tigress. Eat your breakfast now. You still have some meds to take."

I shut my mouth as my expression turned sour. Meds? Again? Yuck!

"You still need to take the medicine if you want to regain your strength, Tia. As you are now, I bet you can't even catch me in a game of tag."

I just shut my mouth and ate in silence. There is no point in arguing with him anyway. He'll just find a way to make the conversation dirty.

I cleared my throat after raising my gaze, catching him watching me as I eat.

"What?"

"I see you have grown to like mushroom," He uttered.

I raised my eyebrows. "So? What of it?"

"I just find it odd. You used to put the mushrooms at the side of your plate and give to me or my brother afterwards," He shrugged.

"Is that why you were looking at me?" I asked.

"Hmm... I was kind of waiting for you to give me the mushrooms," He then started eating as well.

"I kinda grown to like them these past few years. And duh! It's been what? Several years since then," I put down the utensils and squinted my eyes. "You. You intentionally cooked dishes with mushroom to make me decline the meall, did you?"

His eyebrows furrowed. "Where did you even get that? Of course not. If I planned to not make you eat breakfast, I would have mixed laxative in your meal."

"Oh you did not?"

"Do you feel something weird? Whatever, just finish your breakfast and the. Leave me alone afterwards."

I heaved a deep sighed and started separating mushrooms from the meal and put them on his plate.

Aside from medicine, I really hate the taste of mushroom. He stopped chewing and then looked at me with confused eyes.

I averted my gaze and rolled my eyes. "I don't really like them. They taste gross," I whispered, still not looking at him.

I just tried to eat them because it would seem that I am not grateful to him despite being such a handful sick person who became his adoptive daughter last night.

After meal, I helped clean even if he told me I don't have to.

I took my things and found him in his bedroom. "Hey, I'm leaving."

"Sure. Bye," Was what he said.

I was hesitant to leave as I have not thanked him properly yet.

"Uhm"

"Anything else? Do you still feel dizzy?" He asked while marching towards me.

"No, nothing. I just," I trailed off. "I just want to thank you for taking care of me last night even if... you know, we've hated each other for the last several years."

"Who said I hated you?"

"I don't know. Anyway, I've got to go. Thanks again."

I was already at the doorway when I turned around. "You were quite the nurse last night."