Holy fuck.
I looked around. I was still in the hospital; my leg and arm are still broken. And I am still me.
Mother fucker. I was praying that this was all a dream and that I would wake up and it would all be fine. But God, I was so wrong.
"Yeah, I'm waiting for him to wake up right now." I looked to see where the voice was coming from, and there, Dominic stood…shirtless.
He had a sleeve tattoo and was only wearing his jeans.
"Wait, I'll call you back. I think he's awake," he said, ending the call and turning around.
His smile was warm, and his facial features were soft.
"Hi, baby, did you sleep well?" Dom asked, and he came over and kissed me on the head.
Damn, did they up my dosage of painkillers, or am I just delirious?
"Baby?" I asked, looking at him like he had 3 fucking heads.
"Yes?"
He sat down on the bed and awkwardly stroked my nonbroken leg, "Why are you calling me baby?" I felt myself ask as he stroked my leg higher and higher.
What in the world is this old hag doing?
"Aren't you a doll?" He said, leaning in towards my face, and before I knew it, his lips touched mine.
He then pulled back and smiled at me.
Oh god, my heart is racing. What is happening?
Oh god. Oh my god.
I felt myself shoot up.
I looked around again. I was in the hospital…again
My arm and leg were still broken, and my heart was fucking racing like crazy.
"I am not looking at him while he sleeps…that would be weird," Dominic shouted on the phone.
This time, he was shirtless; he had one arm and his back fully tattooed. And the other arm…was a prosthetic arm.
His hand looked human, but the rest of it was robotic-looking.
I felt my heart skip a beat.
God, for this old fuck? I am a stupid fool.
I don't know, but with all the tattoos and that sick-looking arm, he just looks 10x hotter.
I'm not saying that he was hot before; I have class, I swear, but it's giving robo dilf.
Wait, didn't my sister say that? Oh shitttt, now I understand.
Wait. So is this real life?
The beeping was back, so it had to be.
Dominic's voice pulled me out of my thoughts as he said, "I am not! Leo, please believe me," laughing in between his yelling as he paced around my hospital room.
"It's just hot. I will put my shirt back on in a minute. He's probably going to wake up soon," he said, and I watched as he turned around. I blinked slowly as our eyes locked. Then I watched his eyes widen and widen.
He looked mortified; if I didn't know any better, I'd say he looked like he wanted to cry.
"I'll, uh, call you back," he said quickly, and dropped his phone down on the table as he quickly grabbed his button-up.
His eyes did not leave mine as he frantically put back on the button-up he had grabbed.
"Your tattoos are awesome," I said, and I watched as his expression calmed.
"Yeah?"
"Hell yeah. Come show me them," I said, and he froze.
I rolled my eyes, "Don't look at me like that. I know you have a crush on me, weirdo," I said, and he smiled at me.
Weird.
He walked over to me and then stood there awkwardly.
"Take off your shirt, big poppa," I said, and he sighed as I started laughing.
"I love it when you call me Big Poppa…"
He cut me off, saying, "I get it; I get it; just stop." I continued to laugh as I watched him take off his shirt.
"I know that was expensive," I said as he sat down on the bed with his back facing me.
"Came with the job."
"Like a mafia boss?"
"Exactly," he said, and I nodded, looking at them.
"I used to have two full-arm sleeves, but, you know," he said, and I smiled.
"I'm sure it was cool."
"Yeah, it was," He said, looking fondly at me. "Well, the first tattoo is a lion head on my upper arm, and this one HURT and took forever to heal. It symbolizes strength, leadership, and courage."
"You get that off Pinterest?" I asked, and he rolled his eyes.
"No, my previous…boss…said it would be good." He sounded unsure on the boss part, but I wouldn't push it.
"Nice, nice."
"Then I have roman numerals for all the important dates in my life. Isabella's birthday, the day I took over…my business, Leo's birthday, and the day I got my PhD," he said with a smile.
"How long have you and Leo been friends?"
"Oh god, I don't even remember; I think I was 2 and he was an infant, and well, we have been friends ever since. Even now, as adults, we also work together, and he's basically like my brother," he said, and I smiled.
I wish I had a friend like that.
"Uh, I also have these rosary beads going around my arm, and they go into a cross. While I'm not religious, my parents are, so I got it for them because they believe it signifies protection," he said, and I nodded.
"This one is rad," I said, pointing at a skull with a crown.
"Now that one I got off Pinterest," he said, and I started laughing as I traced his tattoo.
As my finger hit his arm, I watched as he shivered.
I smirked.
What a fucking weirdo.
"Then the clock with no hands is about destiny and, well, time and my own life," he explained, and I nodded, licking my lips slightly as they were getting dry.
"Then I have this thorny rose bush thing that has something to do with beauty and pain, and against my better judgment, I was advised not to get it across my forehead."
"That would ruin your handsome face," I said, stroking the tattoo with my hand.
He turned his head around and gave me this freaky look.
"What? Stop giving me that freaky look!" I said, laughing as I pushed him slightly.
"You think I'm handsome?" he asked.
"Did I say that?" I asked, furrowing my eyebrows at him and giving him a weird look.
"You did; I heard it come out of your mouth."
"I don't recall," I said, and he smiled at me.
"Stop giving me that freaky look," I said again, and I pushed him a little harder this time.
"I…"
I cut off whatever bullshit he was about to say, "Show me some more tattoos, Daddy-o," I said, and he nodded at me.
He pointed at one that was going down the side of his arm."This one hurt like a fucker and took like 4 weeks because I was bawling my eyes out every time," he said, as the giant phoenix sprawled across the side of his arm.
"Your crying would be a sight to see; now turn back around, Daddy," I said, trying to turn him around with my working arm.
"Daddy?" He asked as an evil smirk appeared across his face.
"If you don't turn your disgusting ass around," I spat, and he started laughing as he turned back around so his back was facing me once more.
"Okay," I said, my eyes lingering on his lower back, "this dragon is oddly low." I reached out to touch it, and I watched as he jerked forward.
"Sorry," he muttered quickly.
"There is no need to apologize; what does it symbolize?" I turned my head to the side to get a better look at his tattoo, "Oh shit, it goes around this side too," I said, and he jerked again as I touched his hip.
He snapped his head back at me. "You are doing that on purpose now."
I rolled my eyes, "Just explain to me the damn tattoo."
"Okay, okay. Uh, it's a symbol of power and protection, and I just think it's really fucking cool," he said, and I nodded. I mean, that's valid.
"And," He pointed at his neck while still facing me, "I have this weird crest thing below my neck, and it means something about loyalty," he said, and I nodded as he kind of shrugged.
"And what does this say?" I asked, stroking his shoulder blade.
"It's in Italian; I also had another one in Korean, but it's gone," He said, and I watched as he gulped. "Because, uh. My arm…"
I cut him off, "Are you Korean?" I asked.
"Uh, yeah, my mom is Korean, and my dad is Italian," he explained.
"Oh, nice. What does the tattoo say?"
"I don't know; I don't speak Italian."
I blinked at him slowly. Why would you get a tattoo of something, and you don't even know what it says?
"Do you speak Korean?" I asked him.
He squinted at me. "I can count to like twenty and say hello," he said, and I laughed.
"That's like me and speaking Spanish, but I am a little bit better; my accent just isn't very good," I said, and this time he laughed.
I turned my attention back to his tattoos, "This city is cool too," I said.
"Yeah, it's…" he stopped talking and snapped his head back at me. "Stop touching my lower back!"
"I'm sorry, continue," I said, and he rolled his eyes.
"It's where I grew up. This is the place I have called home and where I built my empire," he said.
"These angel wings are awesome; I love these kinds of tattoos," I said.
"Me too; that's why I got it because it takes a lot of room on my back and is fucking awesome."
"And what about this?" There was a snake on his spine, and I stroked it with one of my fingers.
He jerked forward, and this time he stood up.
He turned to face me, and I put my arms up (the broken one to the best of my ability).
He let out a shaky breath, and I watched as he studied me.
"Stop, stop, STOP, no freaky smile…" Before I knew it, he jumped on me.
"Stop touching my back," he yelled in between laughs.
God, he has a great body.
He was ripped, and I mean, sexy ripped. Like, oh no, I'm drowning, I need a sexy dilf to save me, kind of ripped.
"What? Am I hurting you?" He asked, with a concerned look on his face.
"Uh…uh," why am I stuttering over this MAN? What is happening to me?
His skin was this warm olive tone, and his face was smooth. He had smile lines and some wrinkles on his forehead and near his eyes.
His face had a blend of sharp, defined features and soft aspects.
He had high cheekbones and a strong jawline. He was…hot.
Oh, what the fuck?
His eyes were almond-shaped and had this dark, sexy color.
I felt myself reach out for his hair.
"You have nice hair," I said, and he looked embarrassed.
His face changed, and I felt butterflies fill my stomach.
I heard the door open, and I watched as he quickly got up.
I started laughing as the nurse walked in with crutches.
Shirtless Dominic stood there and tried his best not to look awkward.
"These are for you; have you ever used crutches?" she asked me.
"Nope, especially not with a broken arm," I said, shaking my head, and she nodded.
"Okay, so you can put them under your arm and then." She said, and then walked around the room and showed me how to use them.
"Or," she turned her attention to Dominic. "You can ask your husband to help you."
I started laughing.
"Uh, we aren't married," Dominic interjected.
"He's actually my sugar daddy," I said, and the lady looked embarrassed.
"I…I, uh," the nurse started to stutter as I continued to fucking die laughing.
"I'm playing; he's my fiancé. He's just too poor to pay for our wedding," I said, pushing him with my working arm.
"Don't push me, you need to watch out for your arm!" Dominic snapped at me.
The lady nodded.
"And I'm not poor," Dominic interjected again, "for the record."
I like how that's the only thing he took away from my comment.
"Okay, uh, maybe your fiancé can help you with the crutches, or he can carry you because he looks pretty strong," she said, with a small smile on her face.
"Hey, are you checking out my man?" Oh god, I'm so funny.
Her smile quickly dropped. "Uh, no…"
"I'm joking." I said, turning to Dominic, "You hear that, daddy-o? You have to help me walk around," I said, and Dom's face continued to get red as I laughed harder and harder.
"Just make sure you don't hurt yourself more because that could be dangerous…So maybe lay off whatever you were doing when I walked in for a while," she said.
Oh god, I'm dying. I can't stop laughing.
I turned to my dearest fake fiancé, who looked fucking mortified, and I started to laugh harder, if that was even possible.
"Okay, thank you a lot," I said, and she nodded and awkwardly shuffled out of the hospital room.
Dominic turned around to look at me and gave me a mortified look. "Don't look at me like that; you came on to me!"
"That sounds so much worse than it was," Dominic explained, and I started laughing again.
"And why did you say I was your fiancé?" he asked, with a now concerned look on his face.
"Because I'm funny, that's why. Now help me," I said, shuffling in bed.
"With what?"
"Bathroom," I said, and he gave me a freaky look.
"You nasty shit, just help me get into the bathroom," I said, reaching out for him.
I think his being a dad made me trust him a lot more than I should. He was handsome and had this warm aura about him. Even though he was strict and definitely had some temperament issues, he was kind deep down, and it made me trust him too much.
"Actually, go get the crutches first so I can practice using them," I said, pointing at them, and he nodded.
"Wait, let me help you stand first," he said, and he grabbed me and stood me on my feet.
"Does it hurt to stand?"
"No, but I still think they have me drugged," I joked, and he nodded.
He bent down. "Nah, what the…" He lifted me up over his shoulder and walked over to the bathroom.
"I don't want your arm to hurt," he said as he put his arm under my ass as he opened the bathroom door.
"And yes, before you ask, I can still use my prosthetic arm just like a 'normal' one. They told me how it works, but I was too delirious to even understand," he said, and he walked into the bathroom and shut the door behind him.
He plopped me down on the toilet and sighed.
"For someone of your," his eyes looked me up and down. "Stature, you are very bottom-heavy," he said, dropping down on the random chair in the hospital bathroom.
"Bitch, what the fuck does that even mean? Get out so I can piss," I said, making an effort to stand up, as I heard him get out of the chair.
"It means," he said, grabbing my waist and getting close to my ears. "You have a fat ass."
Chills ran down my spine as I elbowed him.
He winced in my ear and asked: "What?"
"You are nasty," I spat at him.
"What? I'm literally helping you stand! Now get your dick out and hurry up," he said, irritated.
I can't with him.
Why was I getting chills from this old man?
Is this what letting your guard down is?
I sighed.
I'm so fucked…literally.