CHAPTER 136: HONESTY

MICHAEL

"Does it hurt?" Natasha asked as she helped me lay down in bed after she put some ointment on the bruises.

My back feels cold, but the pain kind of subsided a bit. Only that I shouldn't move too much.

"I ordered us room service, I thought that we should eat some," she added as she sat by the edge of the bed, cleaning everything she used to treat me.

"Thank you, doctor. I feel so good," I moaned and grabbed her chest, causing her to throw a glare at me. "Feeling really good," I playfully added as I palm her breast.

She took my hand using two of my fingers and let it fall on my stomach. "You, rest." She pointed her index finger at me. "Stop joking around or I'll break your bones."

"I care not, baby." I winked at her. "I'm still thinking about eating you up, you know?"

She gasped. "You're in pain and you're still thinking about that?" She scolded me with the sharp tone of her voice. "Keep your ass in bed until the food comes."

"Aren't you going to stay with me here?" I wh