“See, Mike, it wasn’t that bad, was it?” Callie asks as they walk hand in hand to the kitchen.
Everyone follows the happy couple, and we all take a seat at the dining room table. I’m so glad they have finally admitted their feelings for each other. Callie deserves happiness after being married to Satan’s spawn for the last thirty-seven years.
We’re the first to leave after dinner. Although I love spending time with his family, I can’t wait to go home. The last thing I remember is hearing Aiden start the car. Then I’m out like a light after an emotionally draining day.
After a relaxing weekend, I get up on Monday feeling much better. I dress in a black skirt and blue top. I pull out a black suit, blue shirt, and matching blue tie for Aiden and place them on the bed.
“Matching outfits, huh?” he asks with a smirk and a raised eyebrow.
“Yup,” I say, feeling pretty good for the first time in a few days.
The second we sneak out of the house and join Mike by the car, my day turns to shit. When Mike opens my door, my shoe slips as I step into the car. I stumble, twisting my ankle, which causes me to bump my head on the top of the car.
“Ow, fuck,” I say, gathering myself.
“Shit! Jeni, did you hurt yourself?” Aiden asks as he slides in effortlessly.
Dammit!
“I hit my head and my ankle’s hurting like a bitch,” I say while he shuts the door behind him.
He taps his thigh. “Put your feet up here.” I pull my legs up and rest them on his lap. “Which one is sore?”
“This one.” I raise my leg, and he takes my ankle in his hands and massages it all the way to work. Aiden holds my leg and kisses my ankle before I take it away and place my feet on the floor of the car. Slipping my shoes back on, very carefully I get out of the car after Aiden. My ankle twinges a little, but it’s safe to walk on.
Aiden holds my arm and helps me even though I’m not limping too badly, but I let him take care of me. It makes him feel good, and I love him for it.
We proceed to the office where Brielle’s sitting, talking to the asshole. I look at Niall and sigh.
“Good morning, everyone,” Aiden says and helps me to sit at my desk.
“What happened?” Brielle asks.
“Nothing, I’m fine,” I say honestly.
“She twisted her ankle getting in the car and bumped her head. Can you watch her today, please? Help her if she needs it?” Aiden asks.
Bree nods her head, reassuring Aiden she will look out for me.
“Bree, Aiden’s just overprotective. I have a headache and my ankle hurts, but I can walk on my own. Honestly, I’m fine.”
“Bree,” Aiden grumbles sternly.
“Yep, I’ll take care of her, big bro. Don’t you worry,” she chimes.
I shake my head and give in, so Aiden walks to his office.
“If you’re injured, go the fuck home. We don’t need you here whining and complaining all day about your stupid ankle. If you have a headache, you won’t be concentrating on your work, and I need people here who are dedicated,” Niall grunts at me after Aiden disappears into his office.
For fuck’s sake!
“I’m fine! Thanks for asking so kindly after me,” I reply sarcastically.
Niall huffs and walks to his office. I roll my eyes behind his back when he closes the door. I turn to my computer, and there’s an email waiting for me from Callie.
To: Jenifer Taylor
From: Callie O’Connell