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Adrian's POV

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Ever since Kara went for her honeymoon two days ago, I'd been staying with Diego at his place. It would be for just a while though, because I was still slowly just accepting him back into my life and wanted to take things slow.

Staying at the mansion when Kara wasn't there would be boring anyway. Mimi wasn't there because she and her son were now with Andre.

Also, Natalia was on a trip to Bahamas. She went with Stephano's mom. Since she had retired from her cook duties, we made her see the relevance in enjoying life and taking a break from constant household duties.

Everything was going perfectly well.

But there was something bothering me. It was Diego's issue with his family.

Diego got a distress call from home yesterday and that set him in panic mode. I knew he tried not to think or talk about his father but that would be hard because this man in question was the person he'd known as his dad all his life. The mam was even his dad.

He didn't dislike him, he couldn't. What he felt towards the man was disappointment but not hatred.

I tidied the sitting room after checking the time and realizing he'd be gone any minute, then made myself comfortable on his couch, watching a criminal show till I felt myself dozing off.

But the locking of the door jolted me from my slumbering state and I sat up slowly, feeling dazed.

"You're back." I murmured and got up, slowly hugging him as he took off his shoes.

"Baby." He called me softly, sighing as he rested his chin on top of my head for some seconds.

He pecked me on the forehead and then moved to the chair to sit, pulling me down to sit beside him.

"How was your day?" I asked and watched him take off his socks.

A frown pulled on my face when I realized how tired he looked. It was like he hasn't slept in days. His eyes were bloodshot and I could see some tiny veins popping up at the sides of his temple.

I unbuttoned his shirt, biting my lower lip in worry.

"Diego, you look really stressed. What's wrong?"

He shook his head. "It's nothing you should worry about. I just really need some rest."

"Did something happen at the company?"

"No."

I sighed and got up, going around the chair to take his shirt off his shoulder and he lazily pulled the sleeves off. I picked the shirt and his socks, dumping them in the laundry basket.

"You're stressed Diego. I'll help you shower. Take off your pants." I ordered.

After he took off his pants, his eyes were clearer and he watched every of my move.

Leading him like a baby, I turned on the shower and washed him. Naturally, he had a reaction to my touches but I wasn't in the mood for that because his health was far more important at this moment.

Also, I didn't want him to stay under the shower for too long because then he would also catch a cold. That would've been avoidable if he was a hundred percent healthy but I couldn't shake off the fact that his immune system was quite weak at this moment.

As I lathered the lavender scented bar soap over his torso, I felt his muscles clench but I didn't pay him any extra attention.

His eyes were on me, watching my every move like he was the predator and I was the prey.

"Turn around." I ordered and he did so, placing his hands on the wall.

I ran my palms over his back and proudly admired his shoulders and the beauty that was his body. Then I moved down and washed his butt cheeks and his legs.

"Turn around." I ordered again and he did. I turned on the shower again so the soap would get washed away then turned it off so I could wash his thighs.

His manhood was standing proudly at this point, it was solid.

My eyes gleamed with desire but I reminded myself that he needed a good rest, after all that was the reason I'd volunteered to wash him.

"I'm surprised you're focusing on helping me shower instead of on other things." Diego's coarse voice stated above me, sounding heavy and husky with need.

I looked up at him while washing his feet and trying not to look at the thing standing erect just few inches from my face.

"You look stressed, no you're stressed. Of course I need to concentrate on nursing you back to good health. Look at your eyes, they're red and your face looks really pale." I complained and got back to my feet properly, turning the shower on once again.

I was wet by this point but it didn't matter. After all I could always change or better still put on one of his thick large shirts.

They were the comfiest!

I only ran my hands along his manhood once and quickly left it at that so I wouldn't make him hornier, turning around to pick the towel.

But Diego seemed to have other plans.

In a second, he grabbed me, wrapping his arms around my torso from behind and pulling me into him under the shower.

"What are you doing?" I asked in alarm as the droplets of water slowly splattered all over me from head till they completely soaked my clothes.

My hair was now wet. I spent money to have it treated and curled and it hadn't even been a week!

"You can't leave me in this condition." He groaned in pain and that made me release a deep sigh.

"I didn't intentionally put you in the condition, besides you're sick. How can you still be horny?"

"I don't know the answer to that. But I really need a release." He kissed my earlobe and I shuddered against him.

My clothes clung to me like a second skin.

Turning around, I looked into his eyes to see they were now very red, like he was high on something or heavily drunk.

My heart jolted into my throat as my lips quivered at the sight of him.

Pulling away in alarm, I fetched the largest towel among the three he had neatly folded on the basket of neat clothes and came back to wrap it all over him to the best of my ability.

His bloodshot eyes scared me the more as they followed my every move. In an instant, the excitement of pleasing him sexually instantly doused out and I decided to focus on other things.

I didn't know why he was allowing me pull him around and my heart suddenly felt weary as he kept trailing around me like a puppy seeking a pat from its owner.

As we stepped into the room and I hurried to find his clothes while he towel dried his hair, I couldn't help but let my thoughts wander.

He didn't object when I volunteered to help him shower even though he'd clearly declined this offer so much in the past.

Also, he looked really sick. He was very pale.

My face flew up to him where he was putting on his clothes and I gritted my teeth, deciding not to imagine the worse.

Because this was how Lucas started. He didn't complain about anything at all or act displeased. Our petty fights stopped too.

Instead, before he died, he'd instantly acted as if he needed to grant all my wishes.

I knew Diego was another person entirely and in no way related to Lucas but still!

"Diego, where are your palm sandals? Let's go to the hospital."

He turned around sluggishly, playing with the the rope of his sweatpants.

"Huh? Adrian, you don't have to be so worried. I told you now, it's just tiredness. After I have something to eat, I'll sleep and feel better. Did you prepare something?" He changed the subject easily.

His explanation broke my heart, especially his hoarse tone. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"Hmm. I promise I am, I just need a little rest." His smile was a little reassuring as he went back to drying his hair.

"Maybe...what if you're bothered about your dad's issue? It's been several months Diego."

He looked away and dabbed the towel over his neck one more time before walking out to spread it.

I followed him.

"Please Diego, you care about that man, regardless of whatever happened in the past or how he came about to be your father. That's probably one of the major reasons you're so down. It's normal to care and ache for someone even after realizing what they did wrong."

"Doesn't change thee fact that I'm a product of his beastly acts Adrian. Sometimes the thoughts keeps me up at night." He gritted his teeth and walked to the sitting room, eyes narrowed.

It gave him the look of a dangerous and arrogant corrupted vampire, eyes bloodshot and looking ready to kill.

I knew this was a touchy subject for him and always tried not to speak about it but in this case he needed to talk to someone.

He obviously had his own worries and concerns.

"Do you want to talk about it?" I asked glumly.

"Did you make dinner or should I order something?" He asked harshly.

I shook my head and hurried to the kitchen, bringing out the meal I'd prepared in a tray. I placed it in front of him and took the chair opposite, deciding to leave him to do his own thing.

If he didn't want to talk about it, it wasn't like I could do anything about it anyway. With this, I flipped through the fashion magazine and tried to stop bothering about him.

After he was done with his meal and he'd cleared the plates, he came to sit beside me and increased the volume of the TV, then changed the channel to Nat Geo Wild.

He tucked a tendril of my hair to the back of my ear and slowly pecked my neck, resting his head on my shoulder.

When I didn't react, he lifted his head and pecked me again, this time his lips landed on my exposed shoulder.

"Hey." He called softly.

"Hi." I looked up from the fashion magazine I'd been immersed in and sighed at his appearance. He now looked really pale. "I won't feel at ease until we've gone to a hospital." I told him softly.

"Adrian...not again." He groaned.

"Please Diego, you might say it's nothing but you look really pale, as if you'll pass out anytime soon. At least let's go to the hospital. Please baby."

He finally conceded. "Fine. If it'll make you less worried then let's do that."

We went to the closest hospital and waited for a few minutes before he was attended to.

After twenty something minutes, I was allowed to follow the doctor in as he came in with the results.

"From the test carried out and your complaints, it's obvious your body reacted this way because you haven't slept in a few days and you've not been eating properly. You also have a very high temperature. Can you tell me why?" The elderly doctor asked.

I looked at Diego with wide eyes. We'd been eating together and we even slept in the same bed!

"What does he mean Diego?"

"I puked a little two nights ago, and last night too. And I was too busy at work to find something to eat so I only ate when I came home."

"The same food you've been vomiting? Why didn't you tell me anything?"

"I didn't want you to get worried, like you're doing right now." He avoided my eyes.

I sighed and patted his back. "Doctor, what do we do now? Is it food poisoning?"

"No, but I'll advise him to postpone whatever it is that's keeping his mind in a state of unrest because he might soon develop high blood pressure. Keep him on strict observation for three days. I'll prescribe some drugs to be used after every meal. I'll also write him a doctor's note to submit at work, he should stay at home for two days to get better." He told me and I nodded fiercely.

"Thanks doctor."

"You're welcome. I'll send a nurse to bring down the prescriptions and then you can leave."

Diego nodded and the doctor left. The bed was a little high so he helped me get on it and I quickly wrapped my arms around him.

"I'm sorry if you feel like you need to keep anything from me because I'll overreact. I'm just worried Diego, please don't keep anything away from me anymore. I don't keep things from you."

"I won't anymore." He replied solemnly, not looking at me.

A sigh escaped my lips. This was how he kept behaving. It showed that whatever he was thinking of, was still weighing heavily on his mind.

"I won't ask you to go back to your dad or to forgive him. I just-"

"Let's talk about it when we get home, okay?" He asked in a tired, weak tone.

I nodded quickly. "Okay, okay."

The nurse came with the prescriptions and after we went to get them, we went home.

Immediately we got home, he took the pills and we went to bed, with me playing with his head because I knew it would make him sleep and I didn't want him to stay up late, thinking about the father he obviously cared about.

Even if he wouldn't talk about his dad as he'd agreed to, he shouldn't think about it anymore either so he wouldn't upset himself or keep losing sleep.

After some minutes of me playing with his hair, he finally relaxed against me and I heaved a sigh of relief before also allowing sleep to consume me.