After giving me a bath, he dried me off, wrapped me in a towel, and dressed me in pajamas.
I only just noticed what I was wearing. I hadn't brought any clothes with me when I went to the hospital.
"Whose clothes are these?"
"Yours," he replied briefly while pulling on my panties. Yes, he was the one dressing me. I just let him because the hand with the IV was throbbing.
"Mine, or one of your other women's?" He smiled and shook his head before eventually letting out a laugh.
"What's so funny?"
"Nothing. It's just that I’ve never had a woman set foot in this place or any other house I stay in."
I smirked, not buying it for a second.
"I don't bring them to my house or the room where I sleep."
I still didn't believe him. "It's up to you if you don't believe me," he said.
He helped me
