The doctor narrows his eyes. “Not until you have completed five drug counselling sessions with our rehab team. It will be at least another three to four days before I sign you out.”
Joshua frowns. “I don’t need counselling.”
The doctor looks up from his notes. “I am happy to check you into a three- month rehab program if you refuse … your choice.”
Joshua glares at the doctor.
“Three days is fine thanks, doctor,” I interrupt. I widen my eyes at Joshua to signify his silence, and he reluctantly nods and heads over to sit on the bed.
“I will be back to check on you each morning around eight. If you need anything just let me know. I think they are moving you upstairs for more privacy. It seems the press has got a hold of your overdose and you are making headlines around the world.” The doctor sighs and Joshua’s head droops. “Upstairs you will be in a private wing so your bodyguards and helpers will have more room. They are making this place a mess,” he smiles. “How many do you have?”
Joshua looks embarrassed. “A couple,” he whispers. “Natasha, is Max here?”
I smile and nod. “One of them is mine, doctor,” I reply. He nods and heads out of the room.
My eyes widen. “Oh shit. I forgot about Max. I have left him out there all night.”
Joshua frowns. “And,” he murmurs.
I frown. “I don’t do that. Max has been staying with me and Mum since you left.”
He frowns as he stands. “What … in the house with you?” I smile and nod.
“I’m paying him to protect you, not play happy families,” he snaps.
I smile. Why is a jealous Joshua Stanton so simply delicious? “He has been protecting me and helping my family. This last two months have been horrific for me Josh and he has kept Brock away from me.”
“Has Brock been giving you a hard time?”
“No, just making sure everyone knows that he hates you. It isn’t as unbearable when Max is with me because he tells him to shut his mouth.”
Joshua smirks. “Shut his mouth hey.” I smile and nod. “He might have his mouth wired shut soon if he keeps going,” he adds.
I pull him to me. “No, because you love me you are going to let this thing with Brock go. For me and for Mum.”
He bends to kiss me. “I really want to kick his ass.”
I smile as he nuzzles my neck. “Take it out on my ass instead.”
“Hmm,” he whispers darkly. “Your ass is going to cop it very soon as well.” He nips my neck and I yelp.
“Promises, promises Stanton,” I giggle. God I love this man. The nurse re-enters. Hmm, this one is young and pretty and I feel a sudden pang of jealousy, especially since I have just felt that he is in full rut under that gown.
“Do you need help to shower?” she asks him.
His eyes dance with delight as he looks at me mischievously. “Maybe,” he replies.
I look at him deadpan. “I’ve got it,” I snap.
He gives me a broad beautiful smile and winks at me. Bastard.
“No, my wife will help me shower, but can you take the drip out so I can please.”
She smiles, knowing exactly what he’s playing at. “Yes sure.” I watch as she slowly takes his drip out of the cannula and prepares the bathroom. “I will put a do not disturb sign on the room’s door for twenty minutes. Lock the door but there is a buzzer if you need any help, ok?”
I smile and nod. “Ok,” I reply. I follow Joshua into the bathroom and he shuts the door and locks it behind us. His eyes drop to my feet and back up again and he ticks his jaw and gently cracks his neck.
I smirk. “Get that look out of your eyes, Joshua. It’s not happening. You are here because you are sick.”