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Mary's POV A whole week had passed since that night. Since Reid stormed out after our fight. And that was the day since Danny had disappeared. I sat at my office desk, staring at just one document for the past one hour as my mind couldn't focus on work, it kept going back to the moment Reid was threatening to hurt Danny before kissing me as he owned me. And Danny... I hadn’t seen or heard from him since. It was heard that he called in sick to work without any details. He was just reported sick which made me wonder how much damage Reid had done to him. I didn’t ask him to fight my battles and I didn't justify what Danny did but Reid had gone a little bit too far. A knock on my office door snapped me out of my train of thought. I finally let out a breath as Freya, my assistant, marched in with her usual cheerful self which suddenly relaxed my serious expression. "Your father called," she said. "Family dinner tonight. He left no room for an argument so you have to come." My stom

Mary's POV Two days later after the dinner at my parents’ house, things had become a little bit strange and confusing. Reid had changed, he had become different. He showed up at breakfast yesterday morning before leaving for work. He sat down there with me drinking coffee while I ate. Thought he didn't talk much, his presence gave more than enough care. He even asked if I needed anything before leaving. This morning again, he did the same thing. It was unsettling that the Reid who didn’t use to check on people, the man who only commanded and controlled was treating me with care. It felt oddly weird. It seemed as if he was up to something. As if he wanted me to lose my guard so that he would have a chance to hurt me just like Danny did to me. The memories of the kiss that night in the garden at my parents' mansion streamed into my mind. I touched my lips as I remembered the kiss. It was so gentle compared to the other one we had shared. His words, "Let me take your pain away"

Mary's POV I stared in my sleep as my eyes sprang open. My vision was not clear and my body was aching in places I didn’t know could ache, the sheets were tangled around my legs and the pillow smelled like the mix of expensive cologne and something uniquely Reid. This wasn’t my room. It was his room. The bed was empty beside me, but the shower was running in the bathroom and steam curled out from under the door. I sat up quickly and winced as my muscles protested. Memories from last night flooded back. I remembered Reid’s hands on me, his mouth, and the way he whispered my name as he buried himself deep inside me. My face burned. What had I done? And why did it feel so right? Because that was the terrifying part. The way Reid moved inside me, the way his body fit against mine was awesome. No. It couldn’t be. The bathroom door opened and Reid stepped out with a towel slung low on his hips. Water dripped from his hair down his chest and over the tattoos I had traced with my

Mary's POV The car ride home felt endless. My mind kept racing with Donna’s threats, the deleted blog posts, and one burning question, Why was Reid really helping me? Was it just to protect his reputation? Or his precious Brown name? Or was there another reason? I needed answers. After closing from work late today as I had spent most of my day sulking and lost in thought, I barely got enough work done. As I got home, I saw Reid’s car parked outside. Surprisingly, he had come home earlier than usual. I shrugged his thought off as I walked to my room and tossed my purse on the bed. I needed to confront him and ask why he was helping. My hands shook as I paced and rehearsed what I would say to Reid knowing fully well that I always lost my composure whenever I got close to him. My thoughts came to a halt as the door creaked open. I whirled around and there he was. Reid was standing in the doorway with his suit jacket gone and his shirt sleeves rolled up to reveal his strong f

Mary's POV Reid smirked and ran a hand through his damp hair. "Do you like what you see, darling?" I nearly dropped the tray. "Does being sick make you cheeky?" I muttered as I marched inside before he could notice how red my face was. I set the tray on the bedside table with more force than necessary. "Eat and take your medicine." Reid didn’t move from his spot. "I want you to feed me." I gaped at him. "What?" "You heard me." He folded his arms and his biceps bulged. "I’m sick and weak. How do you expect me to hold a spoon?" I pointed at his obviously strong arms. "You’re not weak!" Reid coughed dramatically and swayed slightly. "I have a fever, and I'm feeling so dizzy." "You’re impossible to deal with!" I threw my hands up but as he wobbled again for real this time, I sighed. "Fine! I'll feed you just because I don’t want you to die on me!" I grabbed the bowl and sat on the edge of the bed. Reid’s smirk widened as he joined me with his bare thigh pressed against mine. T