Crazy dangerous love

Chapter five

Nina’s pov

Last night I slept like a log after I ate more than half of the food the brother brought to my room. To my surprise he said he was going to eat with me and keep me company for the night, I didn’t mind though. After what happened with that guy, the least I wanted was to be alone and risk getting attacked by another one. He said it was for my protection in case there was someone else who tried something stupid, but I think his real intentions were different from protecting me. He for sure wants to get in my pants, too bad he is not the type of man I like, he is hot, sexy and handsome, but still not m y type.

Come to think, I don’t even know what my type is. I haven’t been around many men to know what exactly I want from a man. What do I look for in a man? Do I want someone gentle and caring or do I want a possessive and aggressive guy? Is there any way to have both? Someone gentle but also aggressive? Someone who treats me nice, but f***s me hard? Do I want romantic love or crazy dangerous love? Is there such a thing? God I must be out of my mind.

Just because I am a twenty-three years old virgin, it doesn’t mean I haven’t had any type of relationship with any man. Well, I did have a few relationships which didn’t last more than two months. You know why? Because men nowadays only want to have s*x with you and then throw you away like a piece of garbage that they don’t need anymore. To be honest there was this one guy who seemed almost perfect. Sadly, he couldn’t handle more than one month and a half without s*x with me and ended up f*****g one of our classmates in college. Saying he was “Almost perfect” was too much for him. I know no one is perfect, but I want to believe there is still someone out there just made for me. Someone who loves me for who I am and someone I can love back just the same way. Someone who doesn’t give a f**k about what other people think of him and his flaws, because I will love him just the way he is, that’s what love is about, right? I laughed at the irony. How ridiculous, a virgin talking about love, huh? If I knew about love, I wouldn’t be one in the first place. I think I am too old fashioned or a fool who still believes in happy ever endings and true love.

But I’m practical I like to believe. To protect my heart, I stablished a two months period to get to know my friend or boyfriend or whatever the relationship might be. If that guy stays for more than two months without making a fuss for not having s*x, then that would be the right one. Not only that, he has to make me tremble with his touch and kisses, be tender on some occasions, but rough on others. If you know what I mean. That man needs to have the right balance in everything, not too much of something, but not too little either. Someone that makes me forget my own name while being with him and that hasn’t happened yet. The perfect man doesn’t exist after all and a man who can stay without s*x for two months either. The proof, I am still a Virgin.

Sometimes I just wonder: Am I not good enough? Is that why I am still a Virgin at my age? Why couldn’t I be confident like Cassy? Why didn’t I just f**k one of the guys I dated? I guess that is not what I wanted, I didn’t want just a simple f**k. Am I asking too much from a man? Is it too much to ask for a man who sees me for me and not like a piece of meat? I want something beautiful and pure, feel the connection with that person from the moment I lay my eyes on him.

Anyways, it all changed once Sammy came to my life, now if a man wants to be with me, he has to accept the fact that I have her. He will need to accept her as well and to be honest not every man will accept someone with a child from another man. Men and their big pride and ego. Maybe I should change my mind about my two months time period. Maybe and if I get out alive from here, I should look for something casual. I have Sammy now and don’t need a man to give me a child of my own. I don’t need to look for someone to start a family with because I already have one, but do I want to be like that for the rest of my life? Jumping from one man to the next? What would Sammy think of her mother?

But the thought is just too good to ignore. Should I just go out and f**k the first man that comes my way with the intention of f*****g me and never look my way again? That would be great, lose my virginity to a total estranger not strings attached, no questions asked, just s*x an…..“Morning doll, what are you thinking about? You have spaced out for a while now” The brother said stopping me from thinking about that absurd last thought. Maybe him talking to me was a sign I should not do that, ever. If I have waited so long for Mr. perfect, why can’t I just wait, um....well as long as it takes? He stretched his arms and rubbed his sleepy sexy green eyes, he sure looks sexy and definitely sounds sexy in the morning. Does his brother look just like him in the morning? I bet his brother is sexier “Morning, it’s nothing just missing my daughter like crazy”

“Don’t worry doll, let’s go see my brother the sooner he wakes up, the sooner you go back to your daughter, ok?” He said with a smile getting up from the couch close to the bed. “What if he doesn’t want me to leave? What if he kills me?” I asked in the verge of tears. The bother hurried to my side and took my hands in his. “Don’t worry doctor, I have my ways to convince his stubborn ass” He assured me, for some reason I believed him. If he couldn’t change his brother’s mind, then I don’t think anybody could. I will be doomed.

I did my morning routine and got dress with the clothes he brought last night. I was kind of surprised they fit perfectly. I didn’t wait long when he knocked on my door to escort me to his brother’s room. To be honest I don’t understand why his brother hasn’t woken up, his cheeks look rosy and his lips red, long eyelashes, and his beard looks beautiful not too short not too long, just the perfect size. I prefer a man without a beard though, but with him I wouldn’t mind at all. What am I talking about? I am here to check on his health not his physical qualities. He is gorgeous I can’t deny it, but that is beside the point. What’s more, he is a criminal and most importantly wants me dead. Why do I find such a monster attractive?

“How is he?” His brother asked thinking I was checking his vitals, when the truth is I was shamelessly ogling him. “He is fine, vitals are normal, pressure and heart rate normal, no temperature. Wounds don’t look infected, I don’t understand why he is not awake yet” I said intrigued, he definitely should be up by now. It’s been more than 12 hours from the bullet extraction and the effects of the anesthesia wore off a while ago. “You are the doctor. How come you don’t know why he is not awake yet?” His brother was getting anxious now and it was not a good sing for me, hell I was anxious too. How I am supposed to know what’s wrong with him?

“Hey relax, I did my job and I did it well. To prove it, his vitals are normal and he is still alive. I’m a doctor not a which. It’s got to be something in his mind stopping him from waking up. As I told you before, it all depends on him and his will to live now. We just have to wait” I said with hesitation because truth to be told, I don’t have an explanation why he is like this. I am not a shrink to know how the human mind works and how different situations affect people differently “You are his brother, you know him well. Is there any trauma or something that has affected him deeply? Something that has made him give up at some point in life?”

“Well… there was something, but it was long time ago. He was overcoming it or at least that is what I thought” He said looking at his brother with a sad expression “You should try and talk to him as much as you can, maybe someone related to his trauma too? Sometimes facing your fears help you move on. Look, I don’t need to know what happened, I will give you time with him. Talk to him, soothe his pain away, give him the motivation and hope he needs to live for, if not for him for you his baby brother or for any family you have. It’s the only way he will wake up, at least I hope that is the reason. Don’t worry he will be fine, I’ll keep checking on him ok” I assured him leaving him along is his brother’s room and heading to my own, I think I know the way now.

To be honest I feel sad for them both. The jerk must be suffering a lot if he blocked his mind and refuse to wake up in order to forget his pain, is he not happy? The brother seems sad and lonely and I wonder why? Instead of going to my room I walked aimlessly, the place is huge and I don’t want to be holed up in a room when I don’t know how much time I have left. If I’m going to die at least I don’t want to die on an empty stomach. I wonder where the kitchen is, I’m starving and I’ll love to have some delicious blueberry pancakes and Sunny side eggs, bacon and sausage. Yum, just thinking about it my mouth waters, but I can’t go to the kitchen even if I want to because I don’t where it is. “Morning dear, are you hungry?” I looked around to see an old lady, probably in her 70s, she smiled sweetly at me, I just nodded, does she read minds? “Come this way then”

We walked for a minute in silence until we reached the kitchen, not much of a talker I see. I definitely am, but I don’t feel comfortable enough to do it here, not in a house full of criminals, for all I know she can be one. She put a plate in front of me with bacon, scrambled eggs, sausage, some toasts and a mug with coffee. Everything looks delicious except for the coffee which I don’t drink for almost 3 years now. I used to drink so much coffee when I was in college to keep me awake that now it upsets my stomach, if a drink it black I get heartburn and if I take it with milk, I feel like throwing up as soon as it hit my mouth. It’s a shame because I really love coffee, but tea works just fine too.

“Thank you so much everything looks delicious, but could I get a tea instead of the coffee, if you don’t mind, please?” I asked the lady politely. She seems nice, but in a place like this it’s not safe to trust anyone, what if she got orders to poison me with her food so I don’t talk? At that thought I suddenly lost my appetite, maybe she saw my hesitation because she was fast to say “Don’t be so polite dear, I don’t bite, you don’t have to be scared of me. I will get your tea in a minute” her warm smile reminded me of my mom and that gave me the sense of trust. I dug on the food with a little more confidence by her words. The first bite was like heaven, just like my mom’s cooking “mmmmm” I moaned shamelessly at the taste on my mouth.

“Damn girl you sound so sexy” I almost chocked on my food at the sound of the strong voice coming from behind me. I turned around to be welcomed by a young boy, probably 18 or 19 years old. His voice sounds so deep for a boy I though he was older. “Hi, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to be rude or anything of that sort, I am just so hungry I couldn’t help it, this is to die for, well not literally” I apologized, but the boy looked amused by my reaction. I am so jumpy after what happened last night, who guarantees it won’t happen again? I am in a house full of men after all, and not just any mem, but horny and dangerous men.

“Don’t apologize beautiful, it’s just... how can I say. We just don’t see a girl in this house every day and it’s nice to see one after so long” He said looking at me from head to toe and now I see why the brother said it would be dangerous to sleep alone. Either one of those guys would try something to get in my room and do things to me. I just don’t understand why women are not allowed here, and if so, why bring a female doctor to check on the asshole? was killing me the brother’s intention from the beginning, that’s why he didn’t care I am a woman? “Why?” It slipped my mouth without knowing it. Isn’t the brother pushing his luck with his brother by keeping me here? it’s clearly obvious we are not welcome.

The boy scratched the back of his head, tying to think if he should tell me or not. “It’s fine I should have not asked, I’m sorry. It just so weird to see a huge house with no life and not women in it” I said looking at the big and beautiful kitchen that faced the huge living room and dining room. “Sorry just know it was the boss’s order and I don’t understand why his brother brought a female doctor to check on him in the first place and worst, why you are still here. He will not be pleased to see you here if he wakes up soon” he confirmed my suspicion with his words. Lucky me. Note the sarcasm.

“Believe me I really don’t want to be here, but the brother said I should stay until his brother wakes up. Now that you mentioned, I’ll ask him to send me to the hospital as soon as possible, I don’t want to cause troubles for anybody” I said worried and not looking at my food anymore. “What makes you think you will leave this house alive? No one ever has?” I gulped at his words. He is right, how can I be sure I will walk away alive from this hellhole? I just have the brother’s word, which are not that reassuring once the jerk wakes up. He’s the boss after all and his brother will have to do as he says, what if his brother wants me dead? How can I be sure his brother will keep his word if his brother says otherwise? He won’t go against his brother for an estranger, why does the asshole hate women so much?

“Stop scaring her” Came the voice of the old lady from behind the counter. “It’s true women are not allowed here, but I think it’s time for a change and we also need a reliable doctor to help in all the messes you guys get into. Besides her being alive means the boss’s brother trust her to stay here with us” She said and if I thought she was nice and liked her before, now I like her even more. “Forget it old lady, I don’t think the boss will change his mind after what that woman did to him, but this one is gorgeous, smart and useful to us maybe he changes his mind and makes her his mistress” He said with an evil smile, now I am really curious to know what really happened to the asshole to make him despise women so badly and about me being his mistress, never.