Journey To Fortune

“Almost ready?” Rylan asked Remo.

Rome’s eyes popped open and he looked at her, but he didn’t smile. She looked away, feeling like she did something wrong.

“You sit here. Do you like coffee, juice, tea?” Rylan asked.

“Whatever you have is fine. Thank you,” she said and then Remo came over with a platter of enough eggs and bacon to feed an army.

“Are the others joining us?” she asked.

Remo looked at Rylan.

“They’re working,” Rome barked from the corner. She felt her heart ache. She made a mistake. They asked her to trust them. Told her how much they wanted her and now that they had her she was pushed to the side like nothing.

“What’s wrong? I thought you were hungry,” Rylan asked as he placed a plate with eggs and bacon in front of her.

She stared at him and Remo, who looked concerned.

“I can go. I can call a cab and be out of here. Wait for them down by the front gate,” she said.

“What? Why the hell would you do that?” Rome barked from behind her. She actually jumped in her seat and then Rylan shook his head and smiled.

“Don’t be silly. I’ll drive you home later. Let’s eat and then Remo and I can show you around the property and that cottage. You’ll love it,” Rylan said.

She didn’t want to be rude so she nodded and then ate some eggs and bacon. She heard Rome mumble something. She turned to look at him.

“Rome, did you eat? Are you hungry?” she asked.

“I’m fine,” he barked.

“He’ll eat after. He isn’t comfortable at the table and he stopped taking even over the counter pain meds,” Remo told her.

She looked at Rome.

“Shouldn’t you be on painkillers for a while so that you don’t have any pain and can move around better?” she asked.

“That would make sense, but tough guy over there is as stubborn as a mule so he’d rather eat food cold and by himself so we don’t see him struggling,” Remo said to her.

“Shut up, Remo.”

“Did you eat breakfast yet?” she asked Rome. He shook his head.

She reached over and made another plate of eggs and bacon and grabbed a fork and walked over to him.

She made a forkful and then brought it to his lips. He stared at her. “What are you doing?”

“Feeding you.”

“What the fuck for?”

“Because you won’t feed yourself, and you’re a big man. You need food for nutrition and energy to be strong. You don’t eat, you’ll feel weak. Take it from me, I know,” she said and then raised one of her eyebrows up at him when he didn’t open his mouth.

“I don’t need anyone taking care of me. I’m already a lot better than two weeks ago.”

“That’s good,” she said and moved the fork full of food closer. He took a bite. She forked another portion of eggs and brought it to his lips.

“What did the doctor say about healing time?” she asked.

“I’m healing quickly. I’ll be better in another week or two.”

“That’s great,” she said and he reached out and stroked her thigh.

“Sit,” he stated firmly and she couldn’t believe how aroused his tone, his personality made her. She should feel frightened, or at minimum concerned being in this amazing house with six extraordinary men of power, wealth, and mystery. Most importantly she should be concerned that Rome was recovering from gunshot wounds. Who shot him? What was he doing? Where was he when he got shot? He tapped her upper thigh and ass and she slowly sat down on his lap. His palm slid along her back and ass and then her thigh, pulling her closer.

She brought a piece of bacon to his mouth and he ate it next as he caressed her thigh. She crossed her legs and he slid his other hand between her thighs, scrunching his eyes at the move because it was the arm with the bandage on it. His fingers pressed further, but not too far up. He stroked her just enough to turn her on and make her want to know everything about this gorgeous, hard man in front of her. Her pussy throbbed and if he pushed further he would find out she was bare underneath. Her heart raced. He was so attractive and manly, from his striking blue eyes, cold as ice, yet when he looked at her and stroked her skin she felt hot as hell.