25. Carter

So far, it had been the happiest day of my existence. I had kissed Aaron and when I least expected it, he was ready to take things further.

If it weren't for the stupid people who had crossed my path, Aaron wouldn't have cared about my injuries, nor would he have cared about hurting me.

It's not as if I actually hurt, when I became a slave to entertain powerful people in fight clubs, I had been taught not to feel pain. That ability had led me to survive and to be able to escape from my prison.

I waited patiently for Aaron to finish aiming the cut on my right foot, he did it calmly, as if he were an expert, with his skill he would surely not leave a scar.

He looked up when he finished the stitches and I thought we would continue with our work, since nothing was stopping us, but at that moment that stupid robot entered with several bags of ice loaded with his hands.