The Accountant

"Aren't you tired of sleeping? You should wake up. I want us to become friends. We can go to an amusement park. I have never been to one and I hope you could show me how fun it can be to ride a roller coaster. Or a big octopus. I also want to win all the stuff toys on all the shooting games we can get our hands-on."

She had never been to a carnival. Was her first coherent thought. Then the biggest migraine she had ever experienced made it difficult to open her eyelids to look and speak to her. Whoever she may be.

There's a constant throbbing in her temple that had somehow disturbed her deep healing slumber. Healing? Disorientation was never a good feeling.

Slender and dainty fingers rhythmically combed her hair, soothing her, however, it came from a foreign touch. It was not her lover. Dominic. Where is he?

Beau willed her body to move but she felt so tired, similar to a newborn kitten. She must have overslept.

Her face tilted to a beeping sound next to the bed, it was annoying the hell out of her. Not enough to distract her from her still muddled thoughts though.

One thing kept nagging her mind was this girl in her house. Who was she?

It was definitely not Lily. Her eldest sister and her best friend can't talk, let alone sing a Disney song.

"Or if you don't want to visit carnivals, we could shop until we dropped. But it has to be with my mom and aunt Sandrina. I'm also sure we'll all be busy preparing your wedding soon."

Hell, no! She was not getting married. Not to anyone. It was not for her. And she was sure Dominic was a type of man who would never want to be tied down to one woman. Whoever concocted the idea should go to hell!

The need to open her eyes and talk to express her thoughts on the subject gave her the strength to do so. She needed to correct this cheerful girl.

Fuck it! Her lips were dry and her throat was parched. Her nose wrinkled a bit when the girl applied the cream on her face and a scented oil on her lips. She had to admit the girl was nice. Yes. They can be friends. I think.

"There...you look so beautiful, Beau. No wonder my brother is so crazy about you."

Me too. Shit! That admission jolted her from her prone state. She couldn't.

Her weak hand caught the girl's slender ones and gave it a gentle squeeze. She squinted her eyes at the unexpected brightness of the unfamiliar room and she met her shock unusual blue-violet ones. "Who...are...you?" Beau whispered in a croaked voice.

in her voice. She tried to swallow. Still

enough to wake the dead and bring the roof down. Beau closed her eyes from the pain in her

fuck Dinara!?"

mature female voice

She moaned. She couldn't

sit slowly. Her whole body quivered like she hasn't made any movements in

and she took a grateful sip of the cool water

what she saw. Her jaw dropped. What happened to him? This was the first time she had seen him so...so... She

and his perfectly chiseled face was covered with thick

was harsher and more rigid.

couldn't. Her lover had

his neck. She didn't know why she did it however she could sense that

He groaned and buried his face on her hair,

her throat. He was breathing harshly. Barely

Dom?" She murmured. Oblivious

a few inches between the two

collarbone and further down to her thin pale blue night shift that covered the thick bandages

gasped. Bandages? "You were shot. I almost lost you." He uttered in a deep

pulled her in his warm embrace once more and

back awkwardly to reassure him, she shifted a bit, only to gasped in pain. The skin pulled

her head, agreeing, and for the first time, she glanced around the

couple and the pixie girl

they? Where are we?" She held onto his biceps. Loathe to let him go because he was the only person she knew

alright, baby. Shhh... it's alright. They're my parents and

the bed. "Sir, I need to check on your

growled. Fiancee? She looked around her. Why are