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𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚’𝐬 𝐍𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬°°°“I brought medication, food — and something you’ll complain about.”Nevena blinked. “Which is?”He loosened his tie as though he couldn’t stand it anymore.“Rest. All day.”“You must be kidd—”“Say thank you and receive princess treatment,” he cut her off, voice like granite.“Thank you…” she murmured.“Good girl.” His tone was maddeningly pleased.Without dwelling much on it, he rose, untucking the meal container.“I’ll feed you. Then you take meds.”She reached for the spoon, but he intercepted it.“I said I’ll feed you.”Her eyes misted again, throat tight.“You don’t have to do this.”Antonio didn’t listen.He blew the steam off a spoonful and brought it to her lips.She obeyed.After she was done eating, he unstrapped the IV and scooped her up. “Time for a bath.”She wriggled, slightly embarrassed. “I can manage.”“What’s still there to hide?”Her face burned instantly.“What— why would you say that?”“I already saw everything uncensored,” Antonio
𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚’𝐬 𝐍𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬°°° Antonio let out a slow exhale —“Sure, buddy. Sit and watch her, I will be right back.”Junior sat on the edge of the bed, facing her, elbows on his knees, fingers pressed against his lips — watching every breath she took.Inside the kitchen, he preheated the leftover from the morning and served him.Junior ate and Antonio rocked him back to sleep.The oblivious boy lolled against his abs and used it as a pillow while he stayed vigil until dawn. In the early morning when the fever finally broke, he exhaled for the first time and eased Junior on the bed.A few minutes before seven, Nevena woke with a sharp gasp, her lashes fluttering as though tearing out of a nightmare.“Oh my God—” she tried to sit up, sweeping the bedding back in panic.But the second she lifted herself, a firm hand pressed gently but immovably to her shoulder.“Stop,” his voice was low but firm.She blinked at him — he was sitting right beside her, on the chair, hair messed, shirtles
𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚’𝐬 𝐍𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬°°°Antonio didn’t know how long he’d slept before a sound dragged him out of it — the faint clatter of teeth, soft whimpers, and restless shifting beside him.His eyes snapped open.“Nevena…” he breathed, pushing up on one elbow but she wasn’t awake.For a minute, he watched her conflicted position intensely.She was curled on her side, legs drawn in tight, her knees pressed together, lips trembling— maybe caught somewhere between fevered dreams and pain.He kicked the sheets off and rushed to her.“Hey,” he murmured, sinking beside her. His hand swept her hair back from her damp forehead.The heat beneath his palm was scorching.“Fuck,” he hissed, realizing that fever had caught her full-force.Her lashes fluttered, but she wasn’t really conscious — her body shivering uncontrollably.He glanced at the window — the city outside was already swallowed by night,No time to waste.He got up at once, strides long and controlled only by urgency.In the bathroom,
𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚’𝐬 𝐍𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬°°°Antonio stepped out of the bathroom, towel hanging dangerously low on his hips, droplets still racing down the ridges of his abdomen.Steam followed behind like a veil, his hair wet and pushed back, jaw clenched as though the shower had done nothing to cool him.Nevena sat by the dresser — skincare routine.Wrapped in her own bathrobe, cheeks flushed from the shower…and from everything that hadn’t been said since the interruption earlier.The moment their eyes met, the air shifted.His gaze dragged over her reflection in the mirror slowly — like he was seeing her for the first time, and it made her stomach drop.Naively, her own gaze faltered, she had never seen him shirtless before — broad chest and packed abs.Somehow she flicked down without meaning to.His meaty c*ck dipped conspicuously between his thighs. Heat rushed up her neck instantly. Despite not being fully erect, it was quite lengthy.Her imagination spirals on what the length would be whe
𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚’𝐬 𝐍𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬°°°Nevena’s eyes flickered to him.What she saw there was dark and dangerous.She swallowed thickly, unable to tell if it was a joke— until his voice came again.This time, his control snapped completely, like a weak wire.“I said get in.” His fingers nudged her arm, just slightly.Fear made Nevena stumble. With weakened knees, she slipped into the back seat.Antonio leaned into the car and reached toward her. She flinched immediately—hands flying up to cover her face, as if protecting herself from a hit.He hated himself instantly.But it was too late to regret.He fastened her seatbelt and slammed the door shut, hard enough to rattle the frame.Circling fast to the driver’s side, he shoved the key in. The engine growled to life, rain pounding like war drums on the roof.Junior, already wrapped up in his seatbelt, shook water from his curls in playful flicks.“Buddy, look,” he whispered, giggling. “We’re soaked! Bestie’s hair is the worst.”Antonio didn’t
𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚’𝐬 𝐍𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬°°°“Hey champ, I was just kidding,” Antonio chuckled, trying desperately to keep his usual dominance.But the word sounded more like a flimsy excuse than an actual reassurance to Junior.“If you’re really kidding,” the little boy countered urgently, “then where did you agree to take us?”Antonio almost collapsed from embarrassment, because he had no idea.Instinctively he blinked at Nevena, but she only widened her eyes innocently, as if saying you dug this hole yourself.“Buddy?” Junior drawled, planting his hands on his hips.“Of course,” He attempted again, clearing his throat and straightening his shirt like it would fix his pride. “We’re all going out together.”Junior stared down at him. “Yes, I know— but where exactly?”Nevena hid a smile behind her fingers, watching Antonio's composure crack one layer further.“Don’t you think we’re going to be late?” he muttered, looking absolutely tortured. “Buddy, I’m so disappointed,” Junior sighed dramaticall







