“Mrs. Bamford, don’t move, please. Mr. Bamford will punish us severely,” the maid begs, “Besides, it’s already over. I’ll tell you what happened. Mr. Bamford had Miss Summers’ luggage thrown out of the house and then he ordered the guards to whip her. And then, Mrs. Florence Bamford arrived.”
Leilani raises her eyebrows. Of course, Florence Bamford would be by Leonie’s side.
“So, she protected Leonie from the punishment?” Leilani asks, suddenly bored.
“Yes. She covered Miss Summers’ body with her own and insisted on her innocence,” the maid explains, “Then Robert said that Miss Summers didn’t do it; instead, it was someone who works at the hotel. Waylen was still angry and he ordered Miss Summers to stay in Mrs. Florence Bamford’s room.”
“Miss Summers is a good person and everyone likes her,” Leilani says sarcastically, “Of course she found someone willing to take the fall for her.”
Leilani sighs. She knows that Waylen won’t go against his grandmother and insist on punishing Leonie. What’s more, if Florence Bamford continued to champion Leonie, things might become even more dangerous for Leilani. Leilani knows that as long as she stays in the Bamford house, she’s in danger.
She can understand it. Grandma is a grandma. So, if grandma is here, she will be in danger.
“I happen to agree with that,” a cold voice says from the door.
“Mr. Bamford,” the maid lowers her head and her voice trembles.
She’s afraid that Waylen is going to punish her for allowing Leilani to get up from the sofa. Leilani grimaces with pain as she walks toward the door.
“What are you talking about?” she asks unhappily.
Waylen ignores her question.
“What are you doing up when your waist is injured?” he asks and then smirks, Did you miss me?”
With one large step, he crosses the doorway and gathers Leilani in his arms.
“I don’t ever miss you,” Leilani says acidly, “Are you having delusions again? If you are I recommend a quick trip to the hospital. Clearly, your condition is worsening.”
Robert and the maid gasp. They can’t believe Mrs. Bamford is talking to Mr. Bamford in such a way and they’re terrified to see his reaction, but Waylen remains calm.
“I know you miss me,” Waylen says, “In fact, I think you even care about me.”
“You’re dreaming,” Leilani snarls, “Let me go. You’re so hot, I’m starting to sweat.”
“I’m so hot I’m making you sweat?” Waylen asks with a dirty laugh, “Are you implying something, Mrs. Bamford?”
“What?” Leilani asks nonplussed.
“I can’t have you all sweaty,” Waylen says, “Perhaps you’d like me to help you shower?”
“You’re crazy. Let me go!” Leilani can’t help but struggle, even though the movement hurts her waist.
“Fine,” Waylen says, “You can help me shower instead.”
“There’s no way in hell,” Leilani hissed, “You can shower by yourself. Besides, my waist is aching and I’m too injured to help you.”
“Ahh, if your waist is so bad, perhaps you do need my help.”
Leilani keeps silent. She digs her nails into Waylen’s arms in an effort to make him let her go, but he ignores her.
“Get the water ready,” Waylen says to the maid.
The maid can’t help but laugh as she rushes to the bathroom.
“They’re clearly meant to be together,” she thinks.
“Waylen Bamford, you can’t take advantage of my difficulties to sleep with me,” Leilani snarls, “Now let me go. I don’t want to go upstairs.”
“Oh, I absolutely can take advantage of your difficulties to sleep with you,” Waylen says dangerously.
Leilani glares at him. If her waist wasn’t injured she would kick him in the face just to see how many blows it would take to get through his thick skull. Waylen gazes down at the woman in his arms—her cheeks are flushed with anger and he can’t help but find it appealing.
“If only I could convince her to stay with me for life,” he thinks, “She could make the rest of my life wonderfully fascinating.”
He carries her into the bathroom. The tub has been filled with warm water, and the maid has scattered rose petals on the surface. She has added a colorful bubble bath mixture to the tub, and the bubbles fizz romantically. On the side of the tub, two white bathrobes have been neatly folded and placed next to two pairs of slippers.
Leilani scowls at the romantic details. Waylen puts her on a white leather stool next to the tub. Slowly, he slides his hand to her top button. She stops him immediately.
“My waist may be hurt, but my hands are fine. I can do it myself,” she says, “You should turn and give me some privacy.”
“Privacy?” Waylen asks, “What part of your body have I not already seen, touched or kissed?”
The reference to the first and only time they made love, makes Leilani flush a bright red. She can’t tell if she’s flushed with anger or some other feeling, though. She looks up at Waylen, towering above her and she admits he looks strong and appealing.
He stands close to her, and she can see the bulge growing in his pants. This is the first time since her first time she’s seen his d.i.c.k so close. It seems like it’s straining toward her. She swallows.
“Do you like to expose your body so grotesquely?” she asks.
“I think you’ll learn to love it,” he says arrogantly.
Leilani looks away and wishes she was anywhere else. Waylen steps into the bath.
“What are you trying to do?” she asks him.
“I’m trying to take a bath with my wife,” he answers.
“I’ll soil the water. Remember, I’m on my period,” Leilani says with relief, “Why don’t you go take a shower instead?”
“I don’t care. What do you care?” Waylen says, pulling her fully clothed onto his lap in the bath, “Help me bathe.”
“I can’t help you bathe, I’m injured,” Leilani complains.
Waylen places her hands on his thighs, “You just told me that your hands are fine.”
Leilani can feel his d.i.c.k growing against her ass. Inadvertently, she squeezes his muscled thighs. For a second she’s worried she won’t be able to resist. Then Waylen turns the overhead shower in and the flow of water brings her back to her senses.
“Wash my hair first,” he commands.
“Wash it yourself,” Leilani murmurs.
Leilani tries to stand up, but he pushes her back down in the water. She’s facing him and her head is dangerously close to his lap. She notices with relief, that he too is partially closed. If he wasn’t wearing any underwear, his d.i.c.k would practically be in her mouth.
“Can you help me?” he asks, slipping his hands into her clothes.
“Fine,” Leilani whispers.
Reluctantly, she picks up the shampoo reluctantly and squeezes some into her. She rubs it into a lather and begins to wash his hair. His hair is thick and dark and she likes the way it feels between her fingers. With a mischievous smile, she begins to lather his fair into various hairstyles. Eventually, she makes him two devil horns.
Waylen has closed his eyes, and he’s enjoying the feeling of her delicate fingers on his scalp.’
“Bring me my phone,” she calls to one of the maids.
“What do you want to do?” Waylen asks.
He was beginning to relax, but suddenly he’s tense and ready to grab her if she tries to escape or trick him.
“I’m going to take another secret photo of you,” she says, “You said you wanted 72 new photos before you returned my old phone and I still have quite a few to go.”
She wants to get her phone back before she runs away. The phone contains many secrets and personal details she doesn’t want Waylen to know.
“Ahh,” Waylen says and closes his eyes drowsily.
The maid knocks and enters the bathroom, bringing Leilani’s phone. It’s lucky that Robert already sent someone to retrieve it from the hotel. She sees Leilani and Waylen soaking in the water, and she can’t help but blush, even though the bubbles hide their bodies. She hands the phone to Leilani and tries to avoid looking at the couple.
As she runs away, she can’t help but notice that there are two shampoo horns on Mr. Bamford’s head. She can’t help but laugh under her breath at the silliness of the couple. Leilani rinses the bubbles away and tries her hands on a towel.
“When can I get my old phone back?” she asks with mock indifference.
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