Obsessed With My Husband's Step-brother - Chapter 20: Chapter 20

LEILANI.
I groaned and pulled the blanket over my head.
Who does that? I had literally just told him through those stupid words that there would be more fucking. And there wouldn’t! I’m done. I made a mistake and I’m not losing control of myself ever again. What the fuck is that? High school? Oh, that fucking phone. Oh, my fucking fingers. Oh, that fucking man that scrambled my senses and made me lose all my sense of reasoning.
I can not even bear to guess what he must think of me now. Especially with that text. He must think I’m so easy. So cheap. He might see me tomorrow and never talk about the sex ever again. He might act like it was just a drunken one-night stand. Like I was probably just one of his many conquests.
That would be good right? He would ignore me and I would ignore him, and focus on Neil. Nobody has to talk about anything at all and everyone’s happy. Right? But why did thinking about it make my chest ache inside?
I heard Neil come in and he climbed into the bed beside me.
“Come eat something, babe.” He said, pulling the blankets off my head.
I slowly sat up shoving the blankets away from my body. There was a tray of hot food right before me, on the bed with swirling hot chocolate at the side. My stomach rumbled. Neil's hand stroked my cheek and I slowly met his gaze. It was still him. Neil. Neil. Neil. Tousled blond hair, striking blue eyes, and a dashing smile. I moved my lips to smile a little, guilt roiling in my gut.
Oh, Neil, you don’t deserve this.
I grabbed the hot chocolate first and brought it to my mouth, gulping greedily, feeling its sticky warmth travel down my throat. I heard Neil chuckle. When the mug was nearly empty, I placed it down, running my eyes over the tray, and realized it was home-made food -Neil can’t cook- and there was way much more food on the tray than I could eat.
My heart stumbled in realization.
Neil wanted to eat with me. Oh, sweet Neil. Tears pooled in my eyes and I abruptly looked down. Swallowing my tears, I picked a spoon. “This is homemade…how…?”
“Adonis made it.”
I froze.
Neil picked up a spoon and filled it with fried eggs. “I was about to order food but he was already cooking up some good stuff in the kitchen. That cocky asshole.” He held the spoon to my mouth. Slowly, I took it into my mouth. “His mom's a great cook and she wanted to teach me, but I was not interested. Adonis had been cooking little meals since a really young age so it was easy for her to mold him into some kind of chef or something.” He scoffed.
I chewed the eggs in my mouth and it burst into delicious tasty flavors on my taste buds. It tasted really good.
Neil reached out and gently brushed something from my lips. The innocent gesture struck my soul and tears started to gather again.
“You like it?” He asked.
I nodded, not trusting my voice right now.
“Good.” He said, satisfied. He filled the spoon with sweet mashed potatoes and fed it to me. He was so busy taking care of me that he was neglecting himself. He just got back from a trip. He should be soaking in the Jacuzzi, getting a deep massage from me, and going to sleep early and with a full, warm belly.
But here he was, cutting up the steak so I could take it in my mouth. I felt so guilty. My tears spilled out as a sound left my lips and his head snapped up to look at me, eyes growing wide in alarm.
“Leila!” He exclaimed, scooting closer to wrap his arms around me, checking me for phantom injuries. “What’s wrong? Why are you crying, babe, talk to me…”?
I shook my head at him, wiping off my tears. “I’m not hurt, Neil. I just…” I scrambled to find words to justify my actions. “I’m just so touched by the way you take care of me…even when you must be so tired…you have not even eaten anything and, I don’t know why I’m getting so emotional, Neil…”
His gaze was uncertain. “You sure? I could call Doc-”
“No, no, Neil.” I protested. “I’m okay, I promise.”
His eyes grew thoughtful, observing me for a moment before he asked, “Is anyone giving you problems at work? Tell me who that piece of shit is and-”
I pressed my lips briefly against his, effectively shutting him up. “I’m fine, I promise. I’ll just need to rest and I’ll be back on my feet by tomorrow morning.”
His eyes softened. “Tomorrow morning, babe. If you’re still tired, I’m calling Doc.”
I nodded, digging into a piece of steel, and held it out in front of his lips. A smile appeared and he ate it.
So, we ate together, me softly asking him about the trip and he eagerly told me all about it, his love for his work shining in his eyes like that of a little boy.
After a moment of us eating in silence, eating the food that Adonis took time to prepare, probably because of me, Neil met my eyes and I subtly looked away at my glass of water instead.
“I want you to always know something, Leila.” His voice was solemn. “I will always take care of you as long as I breathe. You’re my queen, the woman I love, so you must not feel bad about getting sick, or worry about me when all I want is to show you how much…” He tilted my chin, making me look at him. See the love in his heart. “…just how much I love and care for you.”
I swallowed.
He let my chin go slowly, resting his point but as he leaned back, looking at me intently, his gaze slowly morphed into something unreadable as he took in my appearance again. I did not look sensual at all. I was in a large pajama shirt and floppy sweatpants and wrapped with blankets. My hair was bound loosely but it was coming loose already.
Then he asked a question that struck me with the greatest shock of my life.
“Do you need to take a pregnancy test?”