Chapter 59: You Aren’t Special
(TYLER)
"I know," he rumbles. "That’s one of the reasons I like you." He cups my cheek and I lean into his palm. He looks surprised but pleased at the same time. "I like how you keep me guessing all the time, Tyler."
He laughs huskily then leans down and presses his lips to mine in a warm delicate kiss. Sasha being this gentle is unusual. Most of the time we kiss, it’s usually raw, primal hunger. This time, the kiss feels different. The graze of his soft lips on mine makes my heart flutter with need.
I don’t understand this man, or his ever-changing mood and most of all, I don’t understand myself for reacting to him like I’m doing. After all he’s put me through, I should hate him. I should loathe him.
But I don’t.
Perhaps the bite is messing with my head big time and has me all twisted up in knots. All I know is I’m craving him more and more with each passing minute. I can never get enough of his dotting kisses and looks. I want him to care about me. When he protects me or gives me subtle gestures like this, I can’t help thinking that he really cares for me and not guarding his selfish interest like he always does. Unfortunately, that’s what always motivates him.
When the elevator door dings open, he pulls away from me, leaving me dazed and confused. He smirks with satisfaction and guides me out of the elevator. We walk down the long hallway and I do my best to ignore my bulging dick. We enter the office and find a receptionist sitting behind a glass window. She’s on a call when we enter, so she motions us to wait in a nearby set. Minutes later she hangs up and smiles at us politely.
"You have an appointment?"
"Yes, at 11:00 am, but it won’t be on the books. I glance at him curiously wondering why our appointment should be kept off the books. But then Sasha has his own way of doing things. I won’t question him.
She nods, seeming unfazed. It’s not at all like anything is unusual to her. She pulls out a drawer and gets a folder.
I expected to hand it to me. Usually, the doctors make you fill out up to ten pages of your medical history at the reception which they never look at anyway. She doesn’t, instead, she looks up and swallows thickly.