Ch.8 “Paying a debt”

Jasmina’s POV

I froze completely hovering over his lips. I didn’t know what to say or do. His eyes pierced through mine and sent chills all up and down my spine. “What are you doing?” He asked in a slightly husky yet annoyed tone. I blushed and pulled away instantly. He turned his head to look over at me with his devilishly charming eyes and grin. “Awe did someone come to give me a kiss?” He may have been in a hospital bed but I still wanted to knock him out at the moment. “I’m waiting” he said as he pouted his lips towards me. I wanted to smack them right off of his face. Instead I plopped down in the chair next to the bed extremely annoyed. “Idiot” I mumbled to myself hoping that he would hear.

I take it he did because he looked up towards to ceiling and began laughing. “You shouldn’t be mean to the sick Jasmina.” That won’t work on me. “You aren’t even sick…you’re injured there’s a difference. Do you want to be in here even longer?” I gave him a death glare but he only continued smiling. He never takes me seriously. I heard him shifting in the bed. He sat in an upright position and pulled the covers off of his legs. I looked up and saw the thick bandaging covering the thigh of his right leg. I felt guilt hit me as I looked away. “It’s not your fault Jasmina.” I don’t see how it couldn’t have been…it was the blade from my skate. “I’m the one that got wobbly and caused both of us to fall so really it’s my fault.” That wasn’t making me feel any better. “Besides…you’re going to make it up to me.” I looked up at him and he had a sinister smile plastered on his face.

I couldn’t help but smile in response to whatever it was he was thinking in that crazy mind of his. My mind flashed back to being in the elevator with him and I began blushing slightly. “Help me off this damn bed.” I stood up confused as to what he was doing. “I don’t think you should be walking around right now.” He shot me an annoyed glare. “I’ll do what I want. You can either help me or not.” I didn’t understand his sudden attitude. I grabbed his arm and helped him stand off of the bed. He placed both feet on the ground and winced slightly in pain as he put pressure on his right leg. “Sit back down” I tried to urge him. “I have to pee….want me to do it right here?” I stifled laughter actually picturing him doing that and I slowly led him to the bathroom. I opened the bathroom door with my free arm and led him in. “Are you going to watch?” I turned around blushing and smiling all at the same time.

I walked out and closed the door behind me. Moments later he came walking through. “Let me help you.” He pushed my arm away and limped back to the bed. What a stubborn . I hoped he could feel the daggers that I was staring into his back. As he slowly and clumsily made his way into the bed, his doctor came walking back in. U-Kwon immediately rolled his eyes and looked away. “Now let me take a look at that leg.” The doctor walked over to his bedside and slowly began unraveling a sea of gauze and bandages. It revealed a clean muscular leg and a line of stitches that stretched out to about five inches. It looked much better without all of the blood around it. It actually didn’t look that bad. From what I could tell the cut hadn’t been as deep as I originally thought. He was definitely going to be fine.

“You must be a stubborn person U-Kwon…your body is already showing signs of early healing.” This guy had no idea how stubborn he actually was. He handed him a small cup with pills of what I assumed were pain medication. “You will need to fill a prescription for this. Take it twice daily. You should be feeling better in no time. Are there any questions?” U-Kwon shook his head no. “Well you are free to leave. Rest up and be careful.” With that the doctor left. As the doctor shut the door behind him I jumped up and smacked U-Kwon upside the head. “What was that for?” He yelled in as he began rubbing the spot I hit him in. “You didn’t have to be an to the doctor. He was just trying to help you.” He blew my comment aside. “Whatever. Let’s just get out of here.” I couldn’t agree more with that.

My thoughts were a blur but somehow in the disorganization of them we made it outside and to a limo that was waiting for us. We got in and instantly U-Kwon s his arm around me. As much as I enjoyed it, I couldn’t help but feel slightly uncomfortable. I went to shake it off but he viciously took the opportunity to begin kissing my neck. His warm lips felt so good against my collar bone. I went to push him away but he came back for more. “Not…here.” I mumbled between a mouthful of moans. I could feel his lips smiling up against my neck. I could see the limo driver looking back at us through the rear view mirror curiously. “You had no problem with it in the elevator” he said as he smirked against my jaw line. I placed my hands on his chest and forcefully pushed him away from me. He wiped off his lips and continued smirking at me. I slid to the far end of the seat hoping to avoid him as much as possible for the rest of this car ride.

The car came to a halt in front of a building I didn’t recognize. Scratch that…this wasn’t a building; it was a mansion. A small army of maids and butlers walked out to greet us. I stepped out of the car in amazement and U-Kwon crawled out as if he saw this kind of thing every day. Well he did so I guess he was used to it. A small lady in her maid’s uniform walked over to me and grabbed my hand leading me inside. I looked back at U-Kwon who looked like he was walking normally….grimacing through the steps though.

He was always trying to put on a front. I walked in and the first thing I saw was a giant marble spiraled stair case followed by a large crystal chandelier hanging above it. I smelt food wafting in the air. My mouth watered and my stomach grumbled. I looked around embarrassed hoping that no one heard. U-Kwon walked up behind me and wrapped his arm around my shoulder. “Like what you see?” I didn’t know what to say so I said nothing. He smiled and led me off to the dining room. Decorative curtains hung from the walls and plates and silverware with elaborate designs were all over the table. I could smell lilies in the vases strategically placed around the room.

U-Kwon’s POV

I winced as I walked up next to her smelling lilies in a nearby vase. “Are you hungry?” Her eyes lit up happily and a smiled as I motioned her to the table where food was readily prepared for us. I made my way to the seat across from and happily sat down feeling instant relief from the pressure on my leg. I slowly drank down a glass of wine as she made her way through a salad and bowl of soup. For having such a small frame this girl sure could eat…it was cute in a way. A small bit of broth dribbled down her chin and she wiped it away quickly with a napkin. Everything about her was so interesting. She looked up at me with her deep brown eyes and aside from the pain in my leg I felt a sudden pain in my chest. “Are you going to eat?” I shook my head at her comment and she nervously put her spoon back down as if she were suddenly ashamed to be eating in front of me. I grabbed the napkin from my lap and placed it back onto the table.

I stood up from my spot and walked back over to her. She looked up at me. “Come on. I want to show you something special.” I saw several emotions flash in her eyes but she showed acceptance as she grabbed my hand and I led her away from the dining room. We made our way back into the main entry and up the huge marble staircase. I could feel my stitches tugging slightly. I bit my lip as I reached the top of the stairs. She looked up at me making sure I was okay and I nodded letting her know that I was. She looked amazed by the rich in color paintings that hung meticulously on the walls. I was used to them and didn’t much care for them. They weren’t exactly my taste in art. I stopped us in front of large wooden double doors. The look of anticipation grew on her soft pale skin. I pushed the doors open and a look of confusion flashed across her face. “What’s so special about this place….it’s a bedroom.” Her expression changed as a realization hit her. “I know…it’s my bedroom. You owe me.”