Part 7

Kayden's POV

To have Jay Kleinhaus in my house during this time had never even crossed my mind before.

What should I do?

After being challenged by the alpha, I stubbornly tried to stand up despite not really feeling my legs, and it took me less than a second before I wobbled and was falling.

But as cliché as it sounded, before I could plopped on the floor or maybe fell back onto the bed, Jay’s strong arm circled around my waist and pulled me to fall onto his chest instead.

Feeling my face burning at my obvious failure to stand up on my own, I felt a finger under my chin which was then moved to pull my face to look upward.

And I was faced with a smirking Jay Kleinhaus, making me bit my inner cheek to prevent myself from getting a heart attack from the handsome sight.

What a tease.

Gripping his white shirt under my fingers, I dared to do nothing and only faced the alpha who was also taking his time observing my face.

“I'll take this as your permission for me to stay here until you’re well enough to be on your own,” he told with low voice after a few more seconds keeping quiet, and I had to admit that his low voice was sexy.

"But you have a lot of work to do. If you do stay, you...your job will be doubled or tripled when you get back," I managed to stutter to the alpha, but he didn't seemed bothered, even looking like he was aware of the issue already and decided to just brush it off.

What is this?

What in the actual hell is happening right now?

Why did he insist on staying?

'Don't get me wrong, I have been dying to hear that Jay willingly wants to spend time with me, but this is too good to be true. Am I dreaming? That must be it, I must be dreaming.'

With that thought crossing my mind, I slightly pinched my arm using my free hand and winced when it hurt, telling me that this was indeed, reality.

'Nope. This is not a dream.'

Getting a clear view of my actions since I was literally still in his arms, I heard Jay chuckled slightly making me turned my head down to stare at his chest instead, because I knew that I was currently blushing madly.

But I kind of regretted looking down too fast, because it meant that I just missed the chance to see his face as he laughed from such close distance between us.

"It's okay, don't worry about work. I have John to take care of the things at the office," he said slow as he used his thumb to rub the area where I pinched my arm just now.

His touch instantly brought the crazy tingling sensation and I never wanted it to stop. I got lost admiring the veins on his hands and both of us stood there quietly when he suddenly asked,

"So, what do you want to eat?"

"Huh? What do you mean Mr. Kleinhaus?" I asked as I snapped out from my daydream, still confused.

"Jay is enough, we were outside of work so no need to be that formal," he instructed.

"Oh, okay,"

"Hmm? I can't hear you saying my name, Kayden," he said while lowering his head so that his ears was in front of my mouth.

"Okay, J...Jay," as soon as I said that, I winced due to the pain in my back because I unintentionally bended backward trying to distance myself from Jay.

Don't underestimate me, I was very flexible. But my back was hurt, because of him, obviously.

Jay seemed to realize that, so he backed away from me but not before he made sure I was safely seated on the bed again.

"As I said just now, I’m taking care of you. So, what do you want to eat?"

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The remaining of the day passed just like a dream and now I was perfectly tucked under the comforter of my bed, at which Jay made for me before he left earlier.

Blinking at the ceiling for a second before I was remembered about the fact that Taylor had visited Jay in his office earlier, I reached for my phone that was left on the nightstand since I woke up.

"Kayden, what is it? Are you okay?" this being the question that'll always came out from his mouth whenever he received a call from me, and I breathed in before going straight to the point.

"Why didn't you tell me you went to meet Jay this morning?"

"...That boy is a snitch, damn it" the line that fell quiet after a second was only broken with Taylor's complaint about that boss of mine, and I sighed soft, but was secretly smiling.

"Don't change the topic, Tay" trying my best to sound angry at him, I heard a few shuffles from the other side of the line. Taylor was probably already preparing to rest for the day.

"I'm sorry, I just can't help it. He's making me so mad by the way he's treating you," I could imagine the alpha pouting from the way he spoke, and I prevented myself from giggling at his cute behavior.

"He came to my house this afternoon," telling him with straight tone, I decided to tease him further, as revenge for not telling me about his visit to Jay's office.

"I heard that from Yuki," Taylor spoke soft, still pouting I believe.

"How can you two leave me alone with him just like that?" I pretended sounding hurt, just having fun hearing his reaction that was always exaggerated.

"Why? Did he hurt you again? I'm killing that piece of shit," as always, his answer was too much and I let out a small breathy laugh as I pulled the comforter further up to my neck.

"No, he didn't hurt me Taylor. I'm good," still wincing as I accidentally put pressure on some of the bigger bruise on my thigh, I settled my head deeper into the pillow.

"Oh. So...you're thanking me, is it?" the alpha was quick to catch on despite being easily jumping into conclusion, and I was the one being trapped right now.

"...no" not able to retort, I resort to denying with very little confidence. I did want to thank Taylor for being such a good friend.

"You're welcome. So, how is it? He treats you good?" he sounded proud for what he had done, and I just huffed out a breath before recalling back about what had happened today.

"He's...unworldly" I muttered out the only word that crossed my mind right now, thinking of Jay.

"Unworldly how?" Taylor asked, of course, curious about my choice of word.

"He's good at cooking," I told curt, and even I felt stupid after spitting it out.

"And how is that unworldly?" as expected, this best friend of mine would immediately question my statement.

"How can he be good at cooking as well, Taylor? Oh gosh, he's already so perfect at his work in the company, how can he still be great at cooking?!"

"Okay, a bit too much of a compliment just for being able to cook, but that's good to hear, I guess" he sounded glad, and I was happy.

The remaining of the call was only filled with Taylor speaking proudly about how grateful I should be to have him as a friend and I just agreed on everything this time around, since I was honestly thankful for it.