Semua Bab The Perfect Enemy: Bab 111 - Bab 120

While Victor was still very much asleep. She put her hand on his forehead; it was disturbing that he still had a high fever. Dynasty needed to check his temperature. She lifts the covers to get easy access, and he was cold as a block of ice. Dynasty gasped, in that short time bruises on his stomach and rib cage darken.Taking the thermometer, she put it under his armpit while waiting on the results from the thermostat. Her eyes noticed his build as she examined the severe bruising that probably came from him fighting someone other than just her. Even though they tussled earlier. She did get a few hard licks in when they struggled. She gently pressed on his ribcage to see if he had any swelling or broken bones.Victor’s chest was broad and tone, no swelling or broken bones, just bruising. "At least he's physically fit. That will help him to recover quickly." She thought while examining him.The beeping of the thermometer broke her concentration on his lean proportionate long body. Rem

Victor has been sleeping on the living room floor for two days without waking up. He hasn't been to the bathroom. Something wasn’t right. The narcotics she gave him for pain, she hopes, weren't to potent. Dynasty's eyes stretched. “What if he was captured and they drugged him and he escaped?” Each morning, her mind felt like it was going crazy trying to figure out what happened to him and why he didn’t know who she was when he attacked her. She got up another morning to check on him. Despite her own aching body from tussling with him, she resupplies his IV bag with pain and antibiotic medication for the wound. She examines his injured upper arm and forearm, cleaning and redressing it with fresh gauze.But with each passing day, a level of comfort came. The memory of him holding her close, her heart enjoyed it, and her body must have needed it because her brain held onto how wonderful it felt. Dynasty was reminded of her need for love and nurturing, and how much she missed Victor. D

Dynasty let out a sigh. ‘Thank goodness for the IV hindering him from touching me.” They needed to talk and make sense of what was going on here. Dynasty stood there in the kitchen feeling slightly embarrassed, but still aching for his hands to be all over her body. Dynasty paced back and forth nervously. Victor sat there feeling grateful for all she had done for him. He knew she saved his life because he could have bled to death. His heart was moved, and he wanted to show her his appreciation. The whole time he was unconcious, he thought of her in his subconscious, how he would hold and touch her, the way he did in his dreams. Filled with sexual frustration, Dynasty stood there in the kitchen wanting to ask Victor all kinds of questions about what had happened to him and his strange behavior since he returned home. When she looked up, to her surprise, he was standing in the doorway, with the sheet wrapped around his lower half."Did you see your pajama and robe I left for you on the

Dynasty returned to the bedroom with a tall, cold glass of water, only to find Victor fast asleep. She let out a huge sigh, smiling. ‘After all that exertion we just did, I guess he is tired. I wonder if it was too soon to give up so much energy? He had to be exhausted and couldn’t stay awake a minute longer. After all, he is still in recovery mode.’ She smiled, thinking. ‘It was the best lovemaking that two people could ever share.’She placed the cold glass of water on the nightstand for him later. She climbed her soft, nude body into bed next to him. Victor lovingly encircled his strong arm around her frame, as she nestled her face against his chest. Her months of morning dreams were a reality and far better than any fantasy could ever be.Dynasty felt empowered, free to explore what was in her heart. She placed her palm on his jaw, gazing at his peaceful face. She brought her lips to his; she felt her body melt against him, wanting him all over again. But she knew he needed his re

After telling Dynasty the whole dreadful story of what happened to him that night, and how he got shot and managed to escape, Victor paused as his heart became heavy. “I’m sorry in my delirium that I attacked you. I feel awful about that, and that I didn’t recognize you.” Dynasty nodded. “It’s okay, I know you wouldn’t deliberately hurt me.” She expressed mixed emotions about everything she had just heard.It was a shock to hear all of it, and devastating for him, if he recalls all the events. Deep in her heart, she felt like he was being forthcoming. She remembered his words from that night he attacked her before he collapsed, and the story matches. Dynasty's inherent nature wanted to help him if she could. Right now, all she could do was try to keep him safe. It was too late to doubt him now; he was her husband for better or worse. Besides, her heart had already claimed him and fallen in love.Lovingly, Victor nestled his face against her stomach, wrapping his long arm around her