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I got discharged the following day and Alfonso took me home, my parents and sisters went home with us but later in the evening, they left.
So far, it's been six weeks since I got home and Alfonso has been taking care of me, he's mostly busy early in the mornings and towards evenings, so he spends as much time with me as he can in the afternoons.
The security got tightened, the number of guards doubling and it's funny because I can't even run away again because of the people who might be at risk for my freedom.
Alfonso personally prepares the food I eat, makes sure I take my medicine and helps me to the bathroom whenever he's around, even helping me take my bath sometimes.
At first I felt weird and shy because it was the first time any man was seeing me naked, but Alfonso never failed to remind me that he wasn't interested in me, He doesn't even show any emotion whenever he sees me in that state and sometimes he would wait outside when he's done helping me scrub my back.
I went for my physiotherapy sessions every Tuesdays, thursdays and Saturdays. So far it's been great, my wounds are healing just fine, but according to the doctor, I might have to be in the wheel chair for about three months because of the impact on my legs.
Alfonso left a while ago and hasn't returned yet, he's asked his body guards to stay with me in case I needed something; even though he knows I'm never going to ask for anything.
I spent the next one hour reading books, since Alfonso decided it was normal to break my phone because I was texting a boy.
After that, one of the body guard who I learnt his name was Jamal, helped me to the garden. I stayed there enjoying the scenery until Alfonso got back later, when the sun was about setting.
"Where is she?" I heard his voice as I turned back to look at him.
He walked towards me with a frown before taking off his jacket and draping it over my shoulders.
"Why are you outside with such a thin shirt? You could catch a cold."
"I was actually bored inside, that's why I came out." I replied.
"That doesn't stop you from wearing a thick shirt." He grumbled as he turned my wheelchair to take me inside.
"Sorry grandpa." I mumbled but he heard none the less.
"Don't call me that." He snapped.
"Why? You act like one though." I snickered.
"Call me grandpa one more time and I'm leaving you here." He said making my eyes widen.
"You wouldn't." I gasped.
"Try me." He threatened with a smirk as we both stared at each other before I closed my eyes.
"Fine." I said with a small smile.
"You have a physiotherapy session tomorrow, Jamal would take you." He said making my smile disappear.
"Oh." I whispered.
While it's been six weeks since Alfonso has been taking care of me and spending time with me, it's been six weeks since I've started to see him differently and enjoy his company.
I've started to get to know him better, we sometimes talk about random things. He's still quite pissed I tried to run away but he hasn't really brought it up since that day.
I've tried to ask him several times what he does that makes him this rich but he always dodges the question so I just let it go until we actually become good friends; fingers crossed and he'll actually tell me the truth.
For the first week, We argued a whole lot, leading to him sometimes leaving me but then coming back after a short while.
I also got the opportunity to gently study his features that I didn't notice before.
From his golden hazel eyes, to his dark hair that stopped just a few inches above his shoulders, neatly trimmed in a wolf cut but is always in a man bun, his chiseled jaw and defined cheek bones that made the smiley face tattoo sitting on it more defined.
I've suddenly formed an habit of staring at his soft pink pouty lips as he spoke and his dimples, whenever he smiled, revealing his white bunny teeth. That was one feature I found especially cute; the bunny teeth, possessed by a man of this kind of tough persona and hot features.
Let's not talk about his body, I hardly ever see him on casuals except in the morning when he's in the kitchen and it is what you expected, he was well built, not too bulky, just fit in all the right places. His back view was definitely swoon worthy and his height was the cherry on top.
He looked very young for his age and his features resembled that of Asians, even when he had an Italian name and I promised myself to ask him one day if he had any Asian relative.
Probably whenever he was in a very good mood.
"You are staring." He said clearing his throat.
"I can stare if I want to." I shrugged facing front.
"You know for a person who need help, you are quite a talkative, I like your audacity." He said making me roll my eyes.
"Well, you don't want me to look at other guys, so I might just start looking at you." I scoffed. "Who knows? I might be able seduce you at one point."
"Tough luck, keep trying." He said before carrying me bridal style as I yelp.
"What if I try my luck now, would you freak out?" I teased.
"I will drop you." He said making the both of us laugh, as he climbed up the stairs to my room.
"You wouldn't." I giggled holding onto his neck tightly. "Don't say I didn't warn you." I said after a while as I brought my hands up to move the stray strand of hair that moved to his face since his hair wasn't in a bun today.
We came to a stop in front of my room as he sighed. "How are you possibly going to seduce me when—"
He didn't get to finish because I leaned up and kissed him.
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