All Chapters of Owned By My Best Friend's Father: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

DAMIEN POVI wake up to throbbing pain everywhere, my head feels like it's been split open, my chest burns with every breath and even my bones ache…I don't know where I am but I know it hurts.I force my eyes open. The room is dim, almost completely dark, except for a faint strip of light from somewhere under the door.I notice two figures beside me, one on each side of where I lie.I blink trying to focus, I see Emily curled up in the chair to my left, a thin hospital blanket wrapped tightly around her small frame. She looks exhausted.I turn my head as slowly as possible because even small movements send a fresh wave of pain through my skull.Leah?She's leaning forward, her head resting on the mattress near my arm. One of her hands holds mine loosely.What the hell is she doing here? I thought she never wanted to see me?This… this can’t be real.Maybe I'm dreaming or maybe I died and this is some cruel, beautiful version of the afterlife, letting me see the two women I care most a

LEAH POVI jerk back so violently that I nearly knock down the IV stand behind me.My hips bump into the metal pole, sending it wobbling.Heat floods my face as my lips tingle from Damien’s kiss and my heart was hammering so hard I was so sure the nurse who walked in could hear it.She looks to be in her mid forties with tired eyes,she doesn't even look at me just walks around to the other side of the bed, she must be used to walking into her patients ' rooms kissing every day.She sets down a small tray of medication, adjusts one of the monitors, and begins preparing a syringe with a detached look of someone who has seen far worse things in these walls than two people who couldn't keep their hands off each other.“You’re healing well, Mr. Cross,” the nurse said flatly, not glancing up from her work. “But you need to be careful with those stitches. Any unnecessary movement and we’re right back to square one.” Damien says nothing to her his eyes stay locked on me.I look away biting t

DAMIEN POVShe comes back to the hospital later that night.She doesn’t say much. Neither do I.Leah sits quietly in the chair beside my bed and feeds me the food she prepared earlier. The scrambled eggs are slightly cold but I eat every bite as if it is the best thing I have tasted in years.Somewhere around midnight she falls asleep on the chair.I watch her for a long time in the dim light. My Leah. This beautiful, stubborn, kind hearted soul who keeps showing up for me even when I give her a thousand and one reasons not to.She's a gift I'm not worthy of, and yet she is still beside me after everything. After every harsh word I threw at her, I nearly got myself killed because I couldn't handle the thought of losing her.I do not deserve her.Eventually the painkillers and exhaustion get to me and I fall asleep too. Three days later, the doctor walks into my room, a tablet in hand, with two nurses trailing behind him.“Mr Cross,” the doctor says, pulling up a chair beside the

LEAH POVThe guest room at the penthouse is twice the size of my bedroom at home.Marcus came to pick me up this morning, the house was empty; earlier, Emily had texted me that she would be going shopping.I stood in the doorway for a while holding my heavy duffel bag in one hand and the purple elephant that Ethan gave me under my arm.The bed looks untouched with crisp white sheets and a vase with pale pink roses sitting on the nightstand.The windows in the room go all the way from the floor to the ceiling framing the Miami skyline like a pretty picture that I am not allowed to touch..I dropped my bag on the polish dresser.The purple elephant went on the nightstand. A small, stubborn piece of home in all this unfamiliar luxury.My phone buzzed in my pocket.I expected Ethan, or maybe Emily checking in on me instead I saw a message from an unknown number.Heard you got a new job baby,must be nice but your old man could use a little help. Don't be selfish, Leah.I felt my throat ti

LEAH POVI woke up to morning light filtering through the heavy curtain casting soft golden streaks on my face.I wake up curled against Damien's side, his arm wrapping tightly around my waist.His breathing, the only sound in the quiet room, for a few seconds I let myself stay there just memorizing the warmth of his skin on mine and his gentle finger on my back.Then reality hit me I am in Damien Cross’s bed, so close to Emily, and somehow Victor knows where I am.I slip out of his arm as carefully as I can, my movements very slow, trying hard not to wake him.Damien stirs and I freeze my heart pounding, a small frown creasing his brow but he doesn't wake up.I let out a sigh of relief and got out of bed, pulling on my sweater with trembling fingers, and tiptoed out the door trying hard to be as quiet as possible.I almost reach my room when I hear footsteps behind me.Emily She comes from the kitchen with a glass of water barefoot, her hair in a mess.She stops when she sees me, c