I drag my hurt foot behind my better one, walking over to where I was seated before. There are no longer two girls but only one seated in the chair that I once was at. Seeing her infuriated me. I limp over into her direction to have my seat.

"Can I have my seat please?" I ask straining to keep my voice level as the burning sensation on my ankle increases. She spots the blood on my foot, scrunches her face in what looked like disgust before immediately standing up and leaving for good. I hurriedly sit down gasping as the movement hurts the deep cut. Instead of little scrapes on my ankle I later discover on my way over here that the sharp edge of the pool step actually cut me.

When Mr. Hudson realizes I'm hurt he does nothing but look straight at me.

"There's nothing here to clean that up. We need to go back to the suite." he implies and a wave disappointment comes over me when I realize I might have to return to the suite with him. I really don't want to go back to the suite with him. Alone.

"No it's fine it's just a little cut-"

"And you're bleeding. Now get up so this can get cleaned." I don't choose to argue with him because I know he's right, but damn I really didn't need this right now.

I grab a hold of his arm as he helps me up. I wince as the pain increases. I place my hand around his tors- involuntarily of course just so I can have a bit of balance. There's quite a distance to walk to get back to the suite but I'm going to try to bare the pain so I don't have to get carried. We start walking and with two footsteps in I'm already biting my lip from the pain but stop when I remember my things at the pool table. I look back at them.

"I'll tell Loyt to bring them for you." he says in such a calm and reassuring voice that my judgement on him being a pig falters just a bit. I nod and try to walk as fast as I can go which is incredibly slow.

"This is not going to work miss Anderson unless we want to get back by dinner time." the statement is humorous but his voice doesn't showcase it almost making it sound serious or maybe he was.

"What do you suggest?" I rest my head on his chest not by choice but of the fucking pain. Who knew a cut like that could make me cry. Yes I am now crying from this cut like an ass.

"Get onto my back." he suggests and my neck snaps up looking at him as if he's crazy. "We'll get there faster and you're bleeding miss Anderson."

He keeps using that blood thing to get to me as if he really cares.

I exhale with exhaustion "fine", I give in.

I let go of his torso and he stoops down to get me on his back. His toned arms wrap around my legs pulling me onto his back. I quickly wrap my arms around his neck and rest my head on his shoulder. He smells just like the smell I can't get out of my head. He starts walking with me and I watch as my blood drips all the way until we get to our room. By this time the pain is consuming.

"I have a kit in my room." I manage to say and another teardrop leaves my eyes and I silently apologize for ruining his shirt because it is now dampened with my tears. He carries me to my room and sets me on the couch. I point towards my drawer where the kit is and luckily he finds it within a jiffy. My face is now smothered in all of my tears and snot. I probably look like a hot mess but at this given moment I don't care.

Mr. Hudson grabs my foot gently propping it up on his knee and I hiss at the movement. He takes the alcohol pad and swipes it across my ankle making me cry out in pain from the burning. Mr. Hudson is probably annoyed with me at this point but he decided to bring me here so he's definitely finishing what he started. He takes another one and applies pressure and I fist my hands at the pain.

Finally, he takes the gauze and wraps it around my ankle pulling it too tight for my liking and being very heavy handed in his movements.

"Fuck can you be a little fucking gentle?" I curse frantically which doesn't happen often but I think this is the perfect scenario.

"Sorry." he says and lessens his grip going more slowly this time as I sob and breath deeply. "You swear like a sailor" he adds.

"I don't. I'm just in a lot of pain." I respond, carefully observing him as he finishes wrapping my ankle up. "Thank you" I remove my leg from his hold.

I look up at him to see him looking at me with plain, unreadable eyes and for one moment just for one moment I let our eyes connect without looking away as if I didn't notice. The silence surrounds us as our eyes stay locked in place. He breaks eye contact first then I look away.

"Nice undergarments." Mr. Hudson says leaving me puzzled at his random comment but soon turn my eyes towards the direction of his. There sitting on the arm of the couch is my underwear and bra from earlier. Can this get more awkward?

"They're just black." I grab them and hide them behind a pillow not wanting him to look at my undergarments any longer. "Aren't you going back up to the pool?" I ask him hoping he does so I can be left alone.

"I'm already down here it doesn't make sense I go back. I wasn't enjoying myself anyway." he admits and I furrow my brows in confusion.

"You looked like you were having fun." I mumble. "I didn't mean to say that." I quickly add hoping that I can erase the damage that's already done.

He looks angry now, shoot.

He stands up making me crane my neck up as my eyes follow him. He then leans down coming close to my ear. A shiver runs down my spine at his breath hitting the sensitive spot of my neck. My breath becomes hollow and out of nowhere my palms become damp.This is not happening again. Instead of kissing me like I thought he would he speaks into my ear so closely that I feel his wet tongue touch the insides of my ear.

"You look a mess miss Anderson, clean up." he whispers and leaves my room leaving me dazed, embarrassed and out of breath.

A pig.

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