Все главы Sarafina: His 9th Wife : Глава 31 - Глава 40

 "Just drink the medicine, Sarafina," Quentin pressed as he held out the teaspoon of cough medicine towards my lips but I refused to open my mouth. Me getting a cold happened out of the blue. It started at night with a few sneezes and next thing I knew, I was hot as hell and could barely keep my eyelids open. I hate being sick but who doesn’t?  "I can drink it myself," I said pointedly, finding it pointless that he was trying to feed me medicine when my hands worked just fine.  "Just open up," he sighed as he frowned down at me and I sighed. I rolled my eyes extra hard as I tried to get the embarrassing moment over and done with. I opened my mouth quickly, taking in whatever it was he gave me. 

 I stood at the top of the stairs watching the doctor talk to Quentin. He'd arrived several hours ago, put his hand to my forehead and immediately knew what the issue was with me. I couldn't hear what he was saying to Quentin but I assume he was telling him what he told me. The doctor was kind but distant. He was uneasy the entire time he was in the room with me, mostly because of Quentin who kept growling at the other side of the room. The doctor told me it was just a little cold and flu and I'd be fine in three days maximum with the medication that he gave me. I watched as the doctor bowed in front of Quentin before he walked out and Quentin was in the kitchen, looking after the doctor before he looked up at me and we spent a few minutes just looking at each other. 

"There's some really important matters I need to attend to," Quentin informed as he walked into my bedroom, adjusting his tie as he looked at me."Why? Is there anything wrong?" I asked him, nervously. My mind immediately going to his children. "Is it any of the children?"He shook his head, "it's just some pack issues I have to sort out. It's nothing too major," he reassured me as he walked towards me and placed his hand on my forehead, "you're getting better."

 Quentin was too uptight and too much of a gentleman so I was going to make sure that he let loose tonight, we would have a splendid time and I'd show him the much more fun side in life. I was personally excited for what I had planned and the familiar feel of butterflies in my stomach as I was getting ready reminded me of all those times back home before I would hit the town with my girlfriends. I would have the music playing and dance around as I applied my make up in front of a mirror and then decide on what to wear and play dress up. Before we would all pose for selfies in the mirror and then call for an Uber and be on our way.  I was wearing a short one shoulder body con dress with a pair of thigh high leather boots. I had braided my hair yesterday and I let loose the single of braids and had them thrown over my shoulder.  

"You'll be ok, right?" I asked him for the millionth time since I stepped into his room and he asked me to lay in the bed with him. I couldn’t help but feel nervous because there was a feeling that he was hiding something from me. He wasn't really telling me how bad this all was and I'm afraid, so I keep asking him, hoping he'll finally tell me the whole truth. "Yeah, I'm just going to be asleep for some time," he told me, soothingly rubbing my back."Then why am I scared?"