Part 50

Part 50

“I switched to Vyvanse from Adderall.”

Something so simple, well not simple but it can be treated. He is not getting a medication best for him so the mood swings could be a side effect. Attention-deficit hyperactivity disorder, which explains everything. The fact that he has an impulsive behavior, as sexy as he is he has low self-esteem, and having problems keeping this relationship right. Now I see why things got so crazy so fast, so giving him another chance make sense. I told him that from here on he needs to tell me everything, whatever’s on his mind, down to how he’s feeling, and when his mood changes. At least this way I can’t figure out the best medication for him and get him out of this mess. I asked King to sit on the bed.

“I see where the problem is and I’m sure that a lot of people in your life left for the same reasons, but I’m not going anywhere. All I need you to do is what I just told you and we will be fine.”

I sat up and wrapped my arms around him. When we released, I kissed him as passionately as I could, and was praying he didn’t feel the difference. Unfortunately, he did and he questioned it. I explained that it’s going to take me a little time to get back to where I was, that he hurt me really bad, and I need to heal. He told me that he has the perfect thing that would help, I sat there smiling, because he doesn’t have a clue. He got up and locked the door to the hospital room, stood at the end of the bed, lifted the sheet, and dove in face first. Rubbing my legs on the way up, I know this isn't the brightest idea, but it's the least he can do.

"I want to make it known, just because you're doing this doesn't mean we're together. I'm not making any..."

King pays me no mind and gets right to work. The talent this man has is uncanny and extremely relaxing, if I say so myself. Trying to keep quiet, I cover my mouth with the hand that's not injured, but that want enough. I kept coming, he kept licking, and swirling his tongue so every inch touches me. I let out a loud scream, pushing him away, but he pinned my legs down, and I was so close to the headboard that the only way out was off the bed.

Another twenty minutes in, and the feeling in my legs are completely gone. He hasn't come up for air but sure as hell didn't lose a bit of stamina. Then there was a knock at the door, I never been happier to see a
Doctor in my life. King gets up, wipes off his face with a towel from the bathroom, and I'm just laying there looking half stupid.

"Pull yourself together Aaliyah." King said, no smile, nothing.

I guess it serves me right, I told him to call me by my name, then opened myself up to be vulnerable. I should've known he would use this to benefit and I would fall right back in. I never understood why women would keep putting up with bullshit but if the men work the way he does, I can understand giving them one more time. The Doctor walked in just as I busted out laughing.

"Mrs. Petty, how did this happen?"

"It's Ms, I'm not married. I was trying to open up a bottle of wine for a friend, and I guess I was holding the bottle wrong, or not tight enough."

Looking at my chart, the Doctor says, "You're too young to be drinking."

"I don't drink and wouldn't if I were of age. As I stated Doctor, I was opening it up for a friend."

"Okay, well we stitched you up. You'll have to wear a brace to make sure the stitches don't pop. You don't have to worry about them being removed, they'll dissolve on their own. You did lose a lot of blood but by the sounds that was coming from this room, we can get you ready to be released. Get dressed whenever you're ready."

The Doctor walked out, closing the door behind him. King sat in a chair farthest from me with his head resting in the wall.

"You never told me who the was that you were with?"

"We're not together, so what does it matter?"

"I guess it doesn't. Were you able to get the meds you need?"

"Yeah, I did. I have enough for six months. Anyway, the woman I was with is someone that works for me, that's all."

"Why was she so close King?"

"When they see me, they greet me with a hug, and a kiss on the hand. While I was with her I got that phone call, I couldn't face you because I couldn't think straight. So I stayed at her place."

"You slept on the sofa I assume."

"No, I slept in the bed and she slept at the foot. Nothing happened Aaliyah."

I never hated my name so much, but when it comes from his lips it makes me cringe. Again, I told him to call me by my name, so he's only doing what he's told. I never cared what people thought, but now I need advice on what I should do. Do I throw myself back into him or keep the relationship strictly friends; with benefits of course.