Falling For My Cruel Mate novel Chapter 9

I actually didn't care that he was about to see me naked in a few minutes. I just wanted this awful feeling of nausea and weakness to pass. I had no shame about my body whatsoever.

He clears his throat and maintains eye contact with me, making it pretty clear he was trying hard to not look at my body. "I'm going to stand you up and lean you against the counter so we can get your pants off."

I do as I'm told once more and find support against the counter so he can continue to undress me. I would hate to admit that my heart skipped a beat as his hands fumbled with the button of my jeans but, I admit it. He pulls them down, revealing my underwear and he doesn't look. His eyes come back to mine has he unclasped my bra and pulled my undies down.

"Can you walk to the tub?"

"No." I mumble as I attempt to stand up on my own and fail. He sighs deeply and wraps an arm around me and leans me against him.

Once we reached the tub, he helps me get inside and lower myself so that I could sit down. He wasted no time and grabbed the various bottles of different soaps and began to read the labels. "Vanilla scented? Coconut? No wonder you smell so damn good all the time." He mumbled underneath his breath as he grabbed my body sponge and began to bathe me.

I focus my gaze and mind on the wall in front of me, trying my hardest not to think about the fact that this cruel man, who happens to be my mate, is bathing me.

He then grabbed my coconut scented shampoo and lathered and messaged my scalp with it. "Where do you keep the brushes?" He asked scanning the bathroom.

"Why do you need a brush?"

"To brush your damn hair obviously."

I simply shrug my shoulders. Cipher is the one who organized everything and I've only been awake for a day now. I watch as he shuffles through all the draws. I feebly try to cover my breast with the bubbles created by my body wash. The feeling of nausea had passed and I was beginning to rethink allowing Ajax to see me nude.

The cool water had began to make me feel a bit better and my neck no longer felt like it was on fire. Once Ajax found a brush, he silently walked back over to me. He placed himself behind me and began running the brush through my hair.

"Why the hell do you have so many tangles?" He grunted as he attempted to softly remove them. The key word being attempted.

"Oh I don't know. Maybe it's because some asshole keeps grabbing onto it like I'm some rag doll he can just toss around whenever he feels like it." I spit out sarcastically.

"Watch it." He growls.

"Great." I reply in a monotone voice and allow him to put on my ducky pajamas. My breath catches in my throat as his hands pass over my breast while he's buttoning up the shirt. It doesn't go unnoticed by him either as he tries to hold back a laugh. I don't think I've ever seen him like this.

He helps me with my pants before standing in front of me. "How old are you?" I blurt out. I practically all but slap my hand over my mouth completely shocked at the random question I just asked.

"Didn't your parents ever tell how rude it is to ask someone for their age?" He says teasingly. The look on his face was cute but the mention of my parents slapped me back to reality. He is a monster. He marked me forcefully, not just once but twice. He is the sole reason why I can no longer be with my family.

He catches the shift in my mood and the whole atmosphere changes. "I'm twenty four." He answers sharply before clearing his throat. I cast my eyes down, no longer wanting to look at him. I simply nod my head.

"You should get something to eat and then get some rest. I have to take care of some papers." He explained before exiting the bathroom.

I let out a breath of relief. I looked myself over in the mirror quickly before deciding to put my hair up in a bun. My stomach growled in hunger put apart of me wanted to ignore it and go to sleep. Although the other part of me knew that I had to keep myself alive and healthy if I was going to ever have a chance at seeing my family again.

I head down stairs just as the front door opened. A beautiful brown haired man walked in carelessly carrying a large cardboard box. My eyebrows furrow in confusion as to who he is. I've seen a lot of people today on my tour but he was not amongst them.