Bought For Marriage - Page 24

Eventually, he turned back to me. “Seriously, though, are you taking care of my baby sister? Did you make her go to the doctor?”

Stiffening in my seat, I raised my brow in question. “Excuse me?” I turned to Kinsley. “Why does your brother think you need to go to the doctor?” My voice was steadily rising in volume as fear filled me.

Kinsley put her hand over mine and rubbed it soothingly. “He’s overreacting. It’s nothing—”

“Like hell, it’s nothing. You almost fainted a couple days ago.” Graham frowned fiercely at the both of us.

“Fainted?” I shouted as I jumped to my feet.

“Graham, would you shut up?” she hissed as she stood. “Seriously, Sullivan, there is nothing wrong with me. I’ll explain when we get home.”

But I was already out the door, hunting down a nurse to find me a doctor. One of the best things about having made a huge donation to the facility housing my brother-in-law was that I could throw my weight around, and I quickly found a doctor willing to do an exam on someone who wasn’t a patient.

I practically dragged him back to the room where Kinsley sat stewing next to her brother, who was grinning triumphantly.

“I like this guy, little sis.” She threw him a glare but didn’t respond.

“Mrs. Bradford, would you like to step into another room?” the doctor asked politely.

“This really isn’t necessary,” she protested.

“She’s been overly tired, and nauseous, and she almost fainted when she was here a couple of days ago,” Graham announced helpfully, earning himself another nasty look from his sister.

“Yes,” she snapped. “Let’s go to another room.”

Graham tried to protest, but Kinsley ignored him and marched after the doctor as he led the way. When we reached a room, two doors down, Kinsley turned to me and opened her mouth.

“No fucking way,” I said quickly before she could speak. “I’m coming in. I’m your husband, damn it.”

Her shoulders fell, and she gave me a much cuter glare than she’d given her brother, but didn’t argue.

The doctor took her temperature and blood pressure, then handed her a cup and asked for a sample.

Again, Kinsley looked as though she wanted to object, but she pressed her lips together and stomped into the private bathroom.

“How long have you two been married?” the doctor asked me as we waited.

“Around three months. We spent a few out of the country. Do you think it’s something she might have picked up there?”

The doctor snickered. “I can’t say for sure, but I’m guessing it happened right after you got married.”

I shook my head, confused. “We were both tested, I didn’t give her anything.”

“We’ll see about that,” he said, trying to contain an all-out laugh.

I was starting to hate this guy and wondering if I needed to have him fired. Kinsley stepped from the bathroom, distracting me, and came to stand next to me.

“I’ll take your specimen and be right with you,” the doctor informed us before retrieving it from the bathroom and leaving.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were sick?” I demanded when we were alone. Grabbing her hand, I dragged her over to a chair and sat, pulling her down into my lap. “I’m your husband, Kinsley. You don’t keep shit from me.”

She sighed and twisted her hands nervously in her lap. “I’m not sick. Well, not really. I just didn’t know how to tell you what was going on.” She looked into my eyes then, her own blue orbs filled with pleading. I couldn’t imagine what had her so worried. “The thing is, I—um—kind of broke our contract and I don’t want you to hate me.”

Fury burst through me, and my arms tightened around her. I couldn’t imagine she would have cheated on me. I thought I’d gotten to know her better than that, but it didn’t stop my imagination from running wild.

“I didn’t do it on purpose,” she hurriedly explained.

“Who is he?” I growled. I was going to fucking kill him. Then I was going to lock Kinsley in our apartment and never let her out. I didn’t care what she’d done, I was still in love with her and I was never letting her go.

“He?” she asked, her face clouded with confusion. “He who? You did this to me. I mean, I guess it was mostly my fault, but—”

“Me? What could I have done?”

Kinsley struggled to stand, and I let her, not wanting to be rough with her as my anger heightened. She slammed her fists onto her hips and glared daggers at me. “You’ve been shoving your cock in me every chance you get, Sullivan. I don’t think there was a surface in our hotel room we didn’t fuck on. So yes! You’re partially to blame!” I honestly didn’t know how to respond because I was thoroughly confused.

Before I could put any words together, the doctor returned to the room.

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