Chapter 14 Shot Through The Heart
Beau
"Aren't you tired of sleeping? You should wake up. I want us to become friends. We can go to an amusement park. I have never been to one and I hope you could show me how fun it can be to ride a roller coaster. Or a big octopus. I also want to win all the stuff toys on all the shooting games we can get our hands-on."
She had never been to a carnival. Was her first coherent thought. Then the biggest migraine she had ever experienced made it difficult to open her eyelids to look and speak to her. Whoever she may be.
There's a constant throbbing in her temple that had somehow disturbed her deep healing slumber. Healing? Disorientation was never a good feeling.
Slender and dainty fingers rhythmically combed her hair, soothing her, however, it came from a foreign touch. It was not her lover. Dominic. Where is he?
Beau willed her body to move but she felt so tired, similar to a newborn kitten. She must have overslept.
Her face tilted to a beeping sound next to the bed, it was annoying the hell out of her. Not enough to distract her from her still muddled thoughts though.
One thing that kept nagging her mind was this girl in her house. Who was she?
It was definitely not Lily. Her eldest sister and her best friend can't talk, let alone sing a Disney song.
"Or if you don't want to visit carnivals, we could shop until we dropped. But it has to be with my mom and aunt Sandrina. I'm also sure we'll all be busy preparing your wedding soon."
-Hell, no!-
She was not getting married. Not to anyone. It was not for her. And she was sure Dominic was the type of man who would never want to be tied down to one woman. Whoever concocted the idea should go to hell!
The need to open her eyes and talk to express her thoughts on the subject gave her the strength to do so. She needed to correct this cheerful girl.
-Fuck it!- Her lips were dry and her throat was parched. Her nose wrinkled a bit when the girl applied the cream on her face and a scented oil on her lips. She had to admit the girl was nice. Yes. They can be friends. -I think.-
"There...you look so beautiful, Beau. No wonder my brother is so crazy about you."
-Me too. Shit!- That admission jolted her from her prone state. She couldn't.
Her weak hand caught the girl's slender ones and gave it a gentle squeeze. She squinted her eyes at the unexpected brightness of the unfamiliar room and she met her shock unusual blue-violet ones. "Who...are...you?" Beau whispered in a croaked voice.
Her forehead creased at the roughness in her voice. She tried to swallow. Still parched.
The pixie beautiful girl suddenly screamed. Damn! It was enough to wake the dead and bring the roof down. Beau closed her eyes from the pain in her temples and the discomfort in her chest as she tried to move to make the pixie stop.
"What the fuck Dinara!?" -Dominic. Thank God.-
"Language, son." A mature female voice chastised.
-Who are these people?- She moaned. She couldn't talk and she was in too much pain.
A familiar rough hand touched her cheek. "Water," she whispered. He helped her sit slowly. Her whole body quivered like she hasn't made any movements in a while.
Dominic helped her with the glass and she took a grateful sip of the cool water slowly. She opened her eyes and surveyed his tense expression.
"Easy, moya lyubov." He had her full attention. She frowned upon what she saw. Her jaw dropped. What happened to him? This was the first time she had seen him so...so... She didn't know the words.
His beautiful fathomless grays were bloodshot and his perfectly chiseled face was covered with thick dark stubbles.
Dominic had always look intimidating and impeccable but now his countenance was harsher and more rigid. He was still handsome in a rugged panty-dropping way. She mentally frowned.
She tried to get up. Fuck! She couldn't. Her lover had to support her back to help her.
"Dominic..." She whispered. Finally realizing she was badly hurt. Her whole body was throbbing in pain. The most pronounced was on her chest. Her face on his neck. She didn't know why she did it however she could sense that he needed her to let him know she was okay. Even in her state of pain, she just wanted to comfort him. Instinct. Pure instinct.
"Fuck!" He groaned and buried his face in her hair, his arms supported her. "Detka..."
A lump formed in her throat. He was breathing harshly. Barely containing his emotions. Why?
"What happened, Dom?" She murmured. Oblivious to their audience.
He placed a few inches between the two of them to gaze into her confuse brown eyes.
Two of his rough thick fingers grazed her flushed cheek down to her collarbone and further down to her thin pale blue night shift that covered the thick bandages on her chest.
She gasped. Bandages? "You were shot. I almost lost you." He uttered in a deep menacing voice, there was an underlying agony in his words.
Dominic pulled her in his warm embrace once more and he sighed deeply.
Patting his back awkwardly to reassure him, she shifted a bit, only to gasped in pain. The skin pulled on her bullet wound and she groaned in discomfort. Shit! She should be careful.
"I'm sorry, detka. Let's have the doctor check on you?" She shook her head, agreeing, and for the first time, she glanced around the room.
Beau gasped. Bewildered and shocked. They have a freaking audience. Her eyes fell on a handsome couple and the pixie girl from earlier, hovering excitedly at Dominic's back. There was also a young female doctor and three nurses by the door.
"Who are they? Where are we?" She held onto his biceps. Loathe to let him go because he was the only person she knew and she was conscious of the people around the room.
The heart monitor accelerated. It alarmed Dominic. "It's alright, baby. Shhh... it's alright. They're my parents and my sister, Dinara."
The doctor approached the bed. "Sir, I need to check on your fiancee."
Dominic growled. -Fiancee?- She looked around her. -Why are they grinning?-
"I'm not his fiancee," Beau stated weakly. "I'm his lover." The doctor had an amused expression on her face and Dinara, his sister snorted her laughter.
"You are not my lover, detka." He answered firmly.
-Oh. Not anymore?-
Hurt. She turned her attention to him while her vitals were being checked. "You don't want to anymore?" She murmured.
"Fuck! Of course, I want you. You will be my wife. I will always want you." His voice was gruff and brook no argument.
Married to him? It would be a disaster. She was not wife material. She wanted a child. Not a husband. Besides, he doesn't love her. True they couldn't get enough of each but without love, their shared passion will soon fade. No.
"I will not marry you. You haven't even asked." She hissed. Then grimaced in pain. Her bullet wound was checked and they changed the dressing.
"I won't give you the chance to say no." Arrogant bastard.
"Then screw you. You have to ask and so you will know my answer. Until then..." She turned her head away from his aggravating form. He exhaled his frustration, hands clenched. Still, he didn't let up his embrace. And she let him.
-Why did her life get so complicated?-
She finally found the courage to acknowledge the audience in the room. Her eyes fell on his stunning mother, who at the moment, fought to hide her silent laughter. Beau smiled shyly. "Nice to meet you, Mrs. Vasiliy. Mr. Vasiliy."
Mrs. Vasiliy reached her in a few strides and hugged her under the infuriating man's watchful eyes. "I am so happy to finally meet you, Beau."
"And same here, young lady." Dominic's father bussed her forehead. "I'm so glad my son found you."
She had no answer to that. Dominic's dictatorial declaration had made her wish she was still in a coma-induced sleep.
Why did he want to marry her? He didn't even love her.
Sure, they were in lust with each other but in her opinion, that was not enough reason for marriage.
It seemed she had to make him understand. She wouldn't marry for anything less. Because once they decide to do so, then he will be tied to her for life. Divorce will never be an option.
God! To say this was chaotic was an understatement.
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