All Chapters of 'Wanted' By Mr. Storm: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

River's POV“His fever has gone down a little, and I’ve closed up the affected wound on his leg… it’s like he’s been sick for days. His body is severely exhausted, and it could have pushed him into septic shock… he just needs to rest. He’ll wake up soon, and he needs proper meals once he does.”I nodded, staring down at Marcel in his peaceful form, his chest rising softly. Edgar had been here since last night, giving him IV fluids. Around midnight, his fever worsened again, and he couldn’t stop saying her name—and it affected me in stupid ways. I wasn’t jealous. I reminded myself for the hundredth time.“It would be best if you ask him to remain in bed after he wakes. Don’t let him strain that leg…”I nodded curtly, and Edgar left me with the stubborn idiot on the bed. I wanted to break his fucking nose for making me feel like shit last night. Why was he walking around with an untreated leg…The ringing of my phone pulled me out of my thoughts. I expected to see Helen—it had been long

**Marcel's POV**The shirt suddenly felt too tight as I watched them walking hand in hand back to where I sat with Gerald… a silly pout on Aidan’s lips as she chuckled, it seemed they lost.Her gaze met mine, and it was with surprise as she untangled her hand from Aidan, who had just noticed me too. She would want to play the boss-to-secretary relationship, and I was right as she walked up to us. “Mar… Mr. Storm, I never thought you’d come,” a forced smile on her lips, like she hadn't smiled genuinely at the Aidan guy, which really made me want to scoff.I got up from my seat, coming to stand in front of her. “I never thought I would see you lovey-dovey with him…” My gaze went back to the Aidan guy, who had joined the other team and wouldn't stop throwing silly glances here. “Seems we both got our surprises, Ms. Cortez…” The forced smile on her lips was gone.“You could have gone to the other team in Utah…”“Never knew there was another team…” My brow creased. “But I get to be anywher

River's POVMy finger traces down the dove tattoo on his chest carefully. I was crazy; I should pull away. I shouldn’t be staying in the same bed with him even after learning he has nightmares about her… It was just… sex. Fuck, but just tonight in this bed, his hand curled around me as I watched him sleep peacefully; it gave a crazy fantasy that was never going to happen. He wasn’t the only one messed up; I was too.What if we took it a different way without my heart and his head getting this wrong, like it was just friends with benefits… like he was Mark or Aidan, that I couldn’t have any possible relations with, that we were just business partners and he couldn’t be mine. Trying to be friends instead of trying to detach from each other would actually make this easier, right? The benefit was sex, nothing more… I have tried to hate him, but I couldn’t get myself to after last night.My gaze lingered on his closed eyes; his long lashes, which had been restless, were now stable… All tha

River's Pov“You can come with me if you still wish to continue…” I said.He did follow me, and he wasn't as sluggish as he was in the recreational park… It seems he was a secret fan of crowded, fun places like this.“We could start with the ring toss first…” I shrieked, staring at the sign in front of me. “And you called that competitive?” I heard him sigh, and I rolled my eyes, refusing to hold his hand and guide him in. I didn't care if he got lost in the crowds; he barely talked, but his one word grated on my nerves.The booth was vacant, but the store beside it was that of two men who sold fountain cakes. One of the men came out smiling, maybe to guide the game as he arranged the scattered rings around, keeping them in a neat pile. ”You have to get as many rings as possible on the stick, and the first player to get twenty-one points wins…” I said, in case he had no idea.We both kept a fair distance from the target as I picked my ring, and he did too, my legs slightly spread. “Yo

River's POV“What do you want?” I asked on the quiet drive back to the glass house as I stuck my face to the window. “A treat… another outing?” He replied to none of it; a gasp left my lips as he made a sudden U‑turn, increasing his speed.“For the love of God, Marcel!” I yelled at the speed he went with, fearing he might collide with another car and sweep us off the road into an accident. “You need to calm down…”I watched his hand trembling on the steering wheel, balled hard around it. The car suddenly screeched to a halt, jerking me forward.I let out the breath I had been holding as we stopped in a dark part of a less busy road. “We talked about you not getting this affected toward me… he’s just Peter.” My heart thumped hard in my chest watching him lean back into his seat, eyes closed like he wasn't the one on the verge of burning with anger. “I punched him first; that’s why I got hurt.” I would give every explanation I could for him to calm the fuck down so we could make it home