All Chapters of MATCH MADE IN HELL.: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Avan's p.o.v. When I ran into that warehouse that day, I wasn't prepared for what I saw. Her hanged like that bleeding and crying. When she saw me she first thought I had come to save her, but that look disappeared pretty quickly. Then she came to the realization that maybe I had come to kill her. I could work with that. If she fears me, she is going to stay away. But when she fell into my hands and in stead of insulting me, hitting me she asked if I was okay that is when I knew even if I drove her far away from here she is still going to come back looking for me. It is when I decided if her fear was not enough to keep her away, I was going to make sure she hates me. Hates me enough to kill me. It has been three weeks since, and everything I have done since is to make her hate me. She still cries, and let me see her being weak. When she slapped me I thought she had started hating me, but then she reached out for my hand. No matter what I do or say to her, she just won't hate me.

After three days of being closely examined, the doctor finally signed the release form. Jade hasn't left my side. She wants to know more about Avan, but after seeing how reluctant I am to talk about him, she finally gave up. "Finally," she finishes packing my things and helping me up. "I can walk by myself," I take a couple of steps to prove it. "Okay," she says, laughing. At night when everyone is asleep I'd walk around the hospital, but I have never been outside my room at day time until today. It looks smaller, with people running around. "What are your plans now that you are free of that homicidal maniac?" she asks linking her arm with mine. "I just want to get back to work," I say, Christine crossing my mind. I wonder how she has been doing. "I think you should take some time off," she says throwing me a concerned look. "I can't sit in one place anymore. Plus I am ready," I give her a small reassuring smile. "I know this is weird, but I think you should see someone," she say

"So how have you been?" It is my last patient of the day. "I have been good. The medication and the breathing exercises are really helping," his eyes are still twitching and I am concerned. "How many hours of sleep do you get?" he has insomnia and extreme anxiety. "Seven to eight hours," he answers. "A night?" he shakes his head. "A week," he has been taking sleeping pills for years now and he has build a tolerance for them and I am not comfortable upping his dosage. "Martin, you have to sleep," I plead with him. He is on the verge of a breakdown. "I want to but my mind won't shut off," I feel for him. "I understand. But if you're not getting better, then I will have to get you committed," I explain. He should have been committed long ago, but he is from an influential family and they are very critical of their image. "Give me more time," he says, his twitch getting worse. I don't want to be an addition to his stress, but I have to put my foot down. For his sake. "You have to stop

The lights are off, but the bright reflection from the moon lights the whole room. He lifts me from the floor and puts me on the computer desk that is close to the door. He leans in and lick my lips. I close my eyes in anticipation. He tightens his grip on my waist and pull me to the edge of the desk. I wrap my legs around his waist. He lifts my face and connect our lips. There is nothing slow about the kiss. It is full of passion and desire. I wrap my arms around his neck, but he takes them and puts them on his trouser's waist line. I run my fingers teasingly below his trouser along his waist.He deepens the kiss. He slowly kisses my cheeks until he gets to my neck. When he gets to my neck, he deepens the kiss. I give in and move my hand lower to his crotch. He comes up for air, and pulls me closer and burries his head in my hair. It doesn't take long to get him hard. Feeling him getting hard makes me wet. As if hearing my thoughts he unzips my dress. He carries me from the des

I have been waiting for thirty minutes. "Did he confess?" I hear Kerrick's voice from a far. He notices me and says something to the person he's with. He walks up to me. "I am sorry to have kept you waiting," he doesn't look sorry. I stand and follow him to his office. "What did you want to talk about?" I ask him when we enter his office. "You are not even going to sit," he hangs his jacket. "I was hoping this interaction will be as short as possible," I say, begrudgingly pushing the chair back. "Are you mad at me?" he asks, with a twinkle in his eyes. He switches on his computer and moves back in his chair. "Why should I be?" I don't want to get into it with him. "Good," he says. "So why did you want to see me?" I want to get this over with. "Okay then, I'll jump right to it," I nod. "Do you know a Malakai?" he asks, watching me like a hawk. "Yes. Why?" I am not sure just how much he knows. "Were you with him alone Friday night?" he asks. He knows the answer to that, that is wh