The Second Wife by Melinda Mulera (good books to read for 12 year olds TXT) 📖

I glanced down at my watch as I walked towards his door, holding the plastic bag with the right medicines he would need. I had been nearly two hours out. He'd have probably had his own medicine.

I knocked on the door as I stood waiting for him to reply. It took roughly two more knocked before I heard a loud groan from inside, probably annoyed that I was disturbing his sleep that he had mentioned.

Opening the door slowly, I stepped in and peered in through the tiny space, just in case that scenario of the woman wasn't going to happen again. Lucky for me, it was just him on the bed.

"Mr Bronze?" I asked as I stepped in and closed the door slowly. I glanced around the bed, hardly spotting any medication. "Mr Bronze?"

"Didn't I tell you to leave?" He asked as he groaned some more, turning away from me. He wasn't wearing a shirt but just some sweatpants. His hair was slightly wet and his entire pillow was wet from his hair. Obviously.

"I got you some medicine. The staff said they ran out of medication since it all expired. They're planning on shipping new boxes in a few hours." I said as I walked towards the bed and sat down, staring at his back. "You need to take some medication."

"I already took some." He said, though not facing me. "You can go."

"You're lying. There are no medicine bottles around." I sighed and reached my hand out to touch his back. Once my fingers met his skin, I felt the muscles under my fingers harden.

"I told you to listen to me as a boss. Now leave." He demanded, this time, he turned and glared at me. His eyes were bloodshot and they were not from crying, but the sickness was kicking in and getting worse.

He couldn't see how bad he was getting.

"I can't leave you if you're sick." I said as I reached into the plastic bag and pulled out a bottle. "Take some antibiotics." I offered as I held out the bottle to him. He stared at me with drowsy eyes before shutting them and leaning his head to the pillow.

"Please leave." He whispered and I frowned slightly. "Looking at you makes me aches my head."

"Avery, I just want to help-"

"Help me by leaving." He demanded as he flashed his eyes open. "Go somewhere. Your place or to your friend, or your new boyfriend. Go wherever you can but don't stay here." He said and I shook my head stubbornly.

"Whether you like it or not. I'm not leaving until you get some help." I crossed my arms over my chest as I spoke. "I'm also your friend when I'm not working, remember?" I asked as I tilted my head to the side. He stared at me with a slightly shocked expression before he smirked and sighed out.

"You're smart." He sighed as he sat up and sighed, running a hand through his hair. "But I really want to sleep, so of o take the medicine, you'll leave right?"

"Sure." I nodded and he sighed as he grabbed the bottle from my hands and opened it. "Let me get you a gla-" I was cut short when he simply swallowed the two pills as instructed. "Didn't you need water?"

"No." He sighed as he leaned back on the bed and shut his eyes. "See you tomorrow." He whispered before he shit his eyes. I sighed out, staring at him.

He doesn't want me here.

But he needs me here.

That much I know.

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The feel of his lashes were extraordinary. No only where they long but they were thick too. I sighed out and moved my fingers to his forehead, tracing away the thin strands of hair.

It had been roughly five hours since he slept and hardly waking up even when I made noise with the TV. He must have been fighting a battle inside of him after taking the antibiotics.

Regardless, his temperature had lowered dramatically and he stopped pinching his brows together every now and then. It was working.

"Iris...." He suddenly whispered and I blinked as I glanced down at him, noticing he was still asleep. Or at least I think he was.

I yapped the side of his face softly to see if he was awake when he wasn't. It wasn't long until he lazily opened his eyes and glanced around lazily before his eyes met mine.

"Why are you still here?" He asked as he sat up and glanced at me. "I thought you left."

"Not until you were okay." I smiled slightly and stood up, pressing the back of my palm against his forehead. "Your temperature seems to be normal now."

"It is...." He cleared his throat as he glanced elsewhere. I chuckled lowly.

"Okay, you seem okay, I'll be leaving." I said and turned, only to feel a tight grip on my wrist before I fell back. I landed into Avery chest and felt my cheeks turn a dangerous red. "A-Avery-"

"Don't go..." He whispered as he circled his arms around my stomach and tightened his grip. "Stay..." I felt a shiver run down my spine as he whispered into my ear.

Like an explosion in my chest, I felt my heart thud against my chest when I felt his lips stroke the skin under my ear.

"A-Avery.... S-stop-" I whispered as I clenched the blanket and shut my eyes, enjoying the feeling. He slightly bit onto my skin, getting my throat to close up.

I wanted him to stop.

But for an odd reason....

I wanted him to continue...