Savage's

CHAPTER 13

*Gray*

By the evening, I had Alistair situated in his bedroom, and Alexa in hers. Rob had contacted me with a few houses, and we set up a time to meet tomorrow morning. Alistair agreed to interview more guards while I was away, with the help of Shwinn's background checks. He also agreed to meet with Haedyn after dinner, and offer him a check for silence. Things were starting to come together. Now, I just need Daisy to heal.

Alexa returned home with a car full of shopping bags. She thought of everything, things that I wouldn't have even contemplated, things a woman needs. She got her clothes, underwear, bras, shoes, jewelery, and all kinds of bathroom supplies. I was impressed, Alexa really covered the bases.

"Dinner is served, sir." Fran mentioned, while we were shuffeling through bags.

"Thank you, Fran." I said, turning to her, "I'll bring up Daisy's dinner."

"The rest of you feel free to come into the dining room, whenever you're ready to eat." Fran smiled, leaving the room.

I carried all of the shopping bags upstairs to my bedroom, where I found Daisy awake watching her new favorite show. She watched me set the bags down in front of the dresser. She had one eyebrow arched in suspicion, and I couldn't help but chuckle. At some point, she'll learn that I'm not going to hurt her.

"What are those?" She asked, lifting her head with curiosity.

"You'll see after dinner, I'll be right back." I said, leaving the room.

I went downstairs to fetch her a plate of roasted pork, potatoes, and carrots. I also grabbed her a glass of red wine, because she wasn't on morphine anymore, and I knew it would help calm her nerves. I set everything on a tray, and walked back upstairs with it.

Daisy was still sitting in bed, eyeing the shopping bags. I set the tray over her lap, and walked around to the other side of the bed to sit down. She looked down at the food, sighing, and I had to wonder if she was hungry. I never asked... I just brought her food, like a child... I guess there are some things I need to work on, still.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"I don't know why," She drew in a deep breath, "But I feel guilty..."

"Guilty?" I repeated, dumbfounded.

"Yeah... because... you're so nice." She muttered softly.

"Do you want me to be mean?" I asked, lightly chuckling.

"No..." She scoffed, "I'm just... not used to this."

"I know," I looked at her square in the eyes, "but you'll get there."

She chuckled half heartedly, and began eating her dinner. I got up from the bed and walked over to her shopping bags, but before I could say anything, Alexa came in the room. She hurried over to the bags, and slapped my hand away from the one I was about to grab. This caused Daisy to laugh. A real laugh, something I haven't heard her do before, and I f*****g loved it. The sound was like music to my ears, and a jump start to my heart.

"You're not going to take this away from me, Gray!" Alexa shrieked, guarding the shopping bags.

"I didn't realize it was that big of a deal to you," I chuckled, stepping away from the bags, "I'm going to go get dinner, while you show Daisy what you got."

"Okay," Alexa nodded proudly, "See you soon."

As I walked away, I heard Alexa introduce herself, and begin the show of gifts. I knew this would make Daisy feel uncomfortable, especially with what she just said, so I planned on returning quickly. I grabbed my plate of food, and went straight back upstairs. This raised a few eyebrows in the dinning room, but I didn't care.

When I walked back in, I saw Daisy with an expression I'd never seen before. She looked delighted, absolutely elated. I smiled, walking in with my dinner plate, and sat back beside Daisy on the other side of the bed. Alexa smirked, while Daisy stared at me with furrowed brows. I started eating dinner without a word, and Alexa continued showing Daisy everything she bought.

Alexa retrieved a black dress with a red flower print, and Daisy was sitting straight up in bed with exictement. I could tell she really liked that one, and Alexa set it in a different pile. I realized, Alexa was creating piles of what Daisy seemed to like, didn't like, and probably an unsure pile.

Next, was another dress, only this one was sheer white. It was a longer dress, with buttons down the front from top to bottom. Though it was plain, I couldn't help but invision Daisy wearing it, and I got lost in a daydream. I could easily imagine her walking along the coastline, a slight breeze blowing her dress around, as she smiles against the sunlight.

"Gray must like this one," Alexa snickered, bringing me back to reality, "Look at that grin."

Daisy giggled, and I immediately became stoic. I cleared my throat, embarrassed, and gathered our empty plates to bring downstairs. The girls watched me leave in a hurry, and I knew that would lead them to their next conversation. Great... I can only imagine how dopy I looked.

When I neared the dinning room, I heard my name mentioned, and I noticed Fran and Alistair sitting at the table together. I stopped at the door to listen, just out of curiosity. Alistair was new to my house, and I wanted to make sure I made the right decision by letting him in.

"I've known Gray a very long time," Fran said, "And in all of that time, I've never seen him hurt a fly. I know he's capable of it, because of all of the training he's completed, but I've never actually seen it."

"That's kind of what I figured," Alistair chuckled, "He's a good guy, I can tell."

"He is," Fran agreed, "But his family isn't."

"Yes, I'm learning that." Alistair grimly nodded.

"Eavsdropping isn't very nice," Shwinn whispered in my ear, and I jumped out of my shoes.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" I growled, pushing the door open to the dinning room.

Fran and Alistair looked at me, smiling briefly, as I entered the kitchen to clean up the dishes. Things were changing, and I didn't know how to feel about it, but I didn't dislike it. I was changing things for Daisy, though, and that was a small concern. I still don't know what it is about her that makes me want to protect her, but I'm starting to wonder if it's more then that. Every time I see her face, I can't help but think about how beautiful every feature is.

I think I already know the answer, but I'm living in denial. It's easier that way, because to face the truth... the truth of me falling for the slave my parents bought me; that would result in both Daisy and I losing our lives, without a doubt. So, that begs the question; how long can I stay away from her? How long can I hide my feelings? If I'm being honest with myself, I know the answer to that question too, and it isn't very long.