The Billionaire's Lost Lover

Chapter 6

“Her bruises are looking better today but when my assistant touched her leg while doing her physiotherapy, I could see that she had a slight pain. Give it some time it will heal young man. You need to take care of your girlfriend, as she cannot give pressure on her leg. ” Dr. Jonas was instructing Harry, as If he was my boyfriend.

I really needed to clear that or it would spread around the university. I finished with my physiotherapy and walked inside smiling at them.

Harry looked at me and frowned and said. “Don’t worry doc, I will take care of her and bring her to your clinic every day, till she recovers. Thank you for your time. We should be leaving.” He turned towards me and held my hand.

I gulped my saliva nervously and wrote on the pad that I was carrying and showed it to Harry.

“I want to talk to the doctor about something important can you give me just five minutes.”

He looked at me frowningly and showed me his watch warning me to take only five minutes and went out of the doctor’s chambers.

The doctor smiled at me and said. “What can I do for you young lady?”

I wrote on the pad and showed it to him.

“Harry is not my boyfriend, please don’t misunderstand us.”

The doctor read and looked at me carefully and said. “Well, young lady, when a guy like him looks the way he does at you, trust me he has some feeling for you. But if you think I am wrong, I will stop referring to him as your boyfriend.”

I was speechless and did not know what to do.

I dragged my legs out of his chamber and walked outside towards the exit.

Harry was right on time to pick me up in the morning and had very curtly told me that he will take me to the clinic for physiotherapy every day. And when I protested, he ignored me.

He was waiting for me as I reached the exit. Then he picked me up effortlessly and carried me towards his car.

Many students had come to the clinic and were looking at us with interest and I knew it would be all around the campus in minutes.

After getting into the car he drove me to my apartment on the campus and when we reached there he carried me to my flat, as guests were allowed till seven in the evening and it was just mid-afternoon.

I opened the door and he turned to go but I grabbed his hand and gestured him to stay.

He walked inside with me, I could move my legs comfortably now but it was still paining so I was very careful while walking.

He sat on the sofa and looked around as it was a two-bedroom flat and the kitchen and living room were adjoined and we had a small balcony which faced the cricket ground. Where I and Scarlett sat together whenever we would be free and stare at the guys who played cricket on the ground.

Then his eyes came back to me and I was standing uncomfortably, I looked at him and wrote on my pad if he wants coffee.

He nodded his head, so I turned and headed towards the partitioned kitchen and splashed milk into a saucepan and putting it on the stove.

I set out two cups and saucers and tried to reach the coffee. Why were cupboards always so maddeningly beyond my reach, I wondered.

I was straining up towards the shelf when a hand reached out and a voice with a sharp note of irritation in it said. “for heaven’s sake, here, let, me, before we have another accident on our hands. Didn’t anyone ever teach you to keep things where they can be easily reached in safety?”

Pink-faced, I tugged furiously at my dress, wondering miserably whether he had been standing there long enough to have seen the vast expanse of my bare legs which I must have been displaying.

His face, however, was expressionless beyond a slight quivering at the corners of his mouth.

He reached for the coffee powder and gave it to me.

Then I heard him swear softly under his breath and suddenly my head was against his chest. I could hear his heart beating almost as fast as my own and the smell of his aftershave was there again and without knowing quite how it happened I heard him groan and his mouth came down firmly on my unresisting one.

After the initial shocking moment my frozen limbs seem to melt. His hands move to my face drawing me relentlessly closer, brushing against my hair, loosening the pins and went on remorselessly, inviting responses which my body gave, until I moaned softly. It was utter madness, he seem to have robbed me of the power to resist. I tasted the salt of my tears on my lips, as I struggled with emotions, so utterly sensuous that I could hardly breathe. It was all a dream of course, I told myself but a dream I wanted to go on forever.

This spell was shattered as I found myself suddenly thrust away to stand, shaking with confusion. My hand flew to my mouth where the pressure of his lips remain and I felt the heat of my burning cheeks. But as I looked at him, I heard him make an odd sound in his throat and his expression changed. I stared at him with dismay and tried to hold on to the handle of the pan and shook my head, making incoherent sounds, as I tried to explain

"Don't." His voice was icy. He seems to be having difficulty speaking at all. "Just don't say a word.”

I had the distinct feeling that if I tried, he would cheerfully strangle me with those hands which only seconds ago had made me shiver with delight.

He left me standing there, walking towards the door, and without looking back walked out of the flat.