Chapter{6}
763 Words
{NYRA}
“Everyone is waiting, Ms Nyra,” I heard him say.
The heavy black mic outweighed his right arm, green veins shooting out like star‑gazers into the moon.
The room suddenly felt hot, static.
I could feel the weight of their gazes, sneers and scornful expressions cutting into me.
The reporters were eager, impatient, ready to seize on anything they could use against me.
I shot a glance at my mom.
She stood still, red pointy heels adding to her height, tomato‑fitted gown clinging to porcelain skin.
But none of this distracted me from her warning signal in my direction.
A sign that said: Don’t you dare.
“Uhm… I… the lady… I don’t remem…” I stuttered uncontrollably.
The pain above my stitched head was sharp as a needle.
I was barely holding in when a bass voice, hoarse and thick, interrupted the chaos.
“That won’t be necessary anymore, because she won’t be answering any of your questions.”
“And you must be?”
The male reporter’s tone hinted he was the leader of this little gang, confidence radiating from him.
“Mind… your f*****g business, short legs,” Jayden shot back.
His eyes had already switched from soft to dangerous, blazing fire.
Despite the chaos, I checked him out.
Jayden was right. The man clearly had short legs, and his two‑inch heels weren’t flattering.
“Who in the goddamn name let you all in? What’re you doing here in my hospital?”
“Jayden…” I held his strong wrist, making every effort to calm his growing outburst.
In a spring of a moment, he pulled me up from the bed I had grown comfortable in, right into his arms.
Our noses brushed, a sharp wave of voltage sparking between us. Maybe from his side.
“Wh—what are you doing?” I whispered, eyeing him, confused.
“I’m taking you… home. Away from here.”
His words didn’t make sense, but anything to save me from this suffocating place was welcome.
“Home.”
It resounded in the back of my mind.
I wasn’t sure anymore if I had a place that looked like home, but the way the word slipped out of his intoxicating lips sounded soothing, comforting.
Eyes froze around us, watching him lift me weightlessly.
I prayed for the ground to swallow me.
And my mom — confusion was written across her forehead.
“Thanks.”
“For what?” Jayden scrunched his eyes at me, a sheepish smile, dancing at the corner of his lips as he started the ride.
Earlier inside the room, he had lifted me bridal‑style, walking out of the hospital into his green Versace car.
He placed me gently, like a delicate flower afraid of being shattered by the wind.
Our eyes locked, lost between two different worlds.
I noticed his gaze drop to a place only I should stare at.
My lips.
I cleared my throat, intentionally distracting his romantic‑sexy eyes from looking anywhere else but me.
“Thank you for rescuing me back there. It meant a lot to me, Jay.”
My face lit up a bit. My whole body was relieved for a short while, but worry still gnawed at me.
Ugh.
“My day just keeps getting worse,” I sighed bitterly.
My bandaged hand rested on my temple; I was gravely exhausted from the drama that had transpired earlier.
Jayden’s face went blank.
“You know, for a pretty lady like you, there seems to be a whole lot of negativity coming out of your little mouth.”
I c****d my eyes in his direction, brows arched, almost pissed off at his words.
“They don’t have the right to hurt you, Nyra.”
He paused, eyes fixed on me, but not without darting back to the road.
I watched his thick, hairy palms gripping the steering wheel tightly, like he might rip it off.
“I couldn’t do anything back then, but now things are gonna take a better turn.”
His jaw clenched harder than before.
For the past few hours I’d spent with Jayden, his words were strange, leaving my heart innocently confused and dumbfounded.
I’d never seen him this tight, this furious.
It stirred an unhealthy curiosity in me, like a nosy kitten.
His words sounded soothing, and somehow… It all kind of felt good.
A part of me hoped it was true.
But it was going to take more than a wish for it to happen.
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