CADEN

The kiss didn't go as I wanted, for we had talked through most of it. Furthermore, we ended up getting interrupted by the creaking sound of the door.

Dear Lord!

When the fucking door finally opens, it reveals a funny-looking doctor and a weird-haired woman, presumably the sidekick, both gaping at me.

God, I hate hospitals. The fact that I manage my quarterly STD tests by sending samples to a laboratory from home should tell you enough. I'm not going to lie—I had my fair share of STDs at the start of my 'pussy comfort' discovery phase. Since then, even with precautions, regular testing has become a habit, until recently. Now that I think about it, when last did I take that? Then again, it's been only Mad and that gives me a comfort I didn't know I needed. Hell, I know I needed.

"That position is indecent for your situation," the doctor indicated, his eyes shifting between Mad and me.

What? She's just laying next to me.
Is he saying he prefers the doggy position?

"I missed her so much," I moaned and tenderly kissed Mad's neck.

A suddenly visible blush appears on both cheeks of the two elder people standing across the room. I take it as their vulnerability and keep on: "I was wondering if sex is allowed. There are lots of positions you wouldn't complain about."

The doctor cracks into a fit of coughs as Mad and the nurse's eyes widen at my utterance.

"What? There's nothing to be ashamed of; this is the twenty-first century." I nonchalantly shrugged at the two ladies.

"Oh my God!" Mad whispered underneath her breath, her hands suddenly covering her heated face.

I like when she's embarrassed by small things that don't matter. She will turn rosy, gnawing on her bottom lip like a little kid at the amusement park. She was adorable and so beautiful; it's hard to stop looking at her.

"Well..." The doctor clears his throat, nervously smiling at me.

I know, right? Turns out Prince charming's a dick.

"For now, you can maintain this average level," the doctor suggests, waving towards us.

Man's uncomfortable.

"Sharing a bed and making out?" I taunt him further.

Mad's gaze widens even more, if that's possible.

"Yes!" He nodded.

For a moment, he averts his eyes to the notepad in his hand before bringing them back at me. "I am Doctor Collin, welcome back to life."

"You are late. She said it first." I don't mean to be a dick, it just keeps coming.

But hey? I had to give Mad her credit; she said it first, didn't she?

However, the man smiled, shifting his gaze between Mad and me when he says: "Madison missed you a lot. I am not surprised."

Not being able to hold the amusement, I tilt to the girl next to me, my upper lip curled up: "Really?"

Even more embarrassed, her mouth hangs open for a while; she was contemplating on what to say next.

When the words eventually mustered up, she playfully mocked me: "Not really. I was just passing by, casually sitting around."

I halted and just observed her complexion.

Shit!

"Have you rested?" I exclaimed.

It never ceased to amaze me, the effect she had on me.

She had become a part of me; It appears I couldn't will myself to stop needing her any more than I could will myself to stop breathing.

"Does that matter?" She asked instead.

Is she kidding me? "Yes, absolutely. You look worn out." I retorted as different ideas began dawning on me. How much impact did my coma have on her?

She had been around, beside me all through. I've sensed her presence, felt her touch, heard her whimpers; I've picked some of her incoherent stories.

Has she ever stopped to look after herself? Sleep? Eat? Things human beings do while I was unconscious?

"How can I help?" I blurted, desperate.

Scared, she was harming herself.

"You can start by telling me who shot you. Get them to justice, maybe I could rest." She trickily smiled.

I stared at her, analyzed every inch of her. She was dressed in jean pants and a worn black baggy t-shirt.

Her hair was flowing around her shoulders; ever since the accident that left a scar on her neck, she had been uncomfortable with buns and ponytails.

I wish my words and kisses were enough to provide her with the certain confidence she needed to understand she was fucking gorgeous, a beauty inside and out.

Scanning her quietly, she seems exhausted, her curvy lips parted, her breathing even, she kept her eyes in contact with mine.

Until we were interrupted by the doctor: "Can we have some privacy?" did I remember we weren't alone.

I'm awake now. Can I just go home?

"I've seen him, all of him." Mad confusedly let out to the man.

I laughed at that. She's right! She's seen all of me.

When the doctor didn't say anything, she rises from the bed and advances for the door. "But here I leave the room for my husband's privacy." She sarcastically throws at the awkward man, seeming annoyed at his stupid demand.

After the checkup was completed, Martha had come in with a pair of clothes which was reasonable because we all know I felt like a joke in this stupid gown. She had brought a basket of pastries along, and then that was purely unreasonable.

Surprisingly Paxton was here too; he came around, talked bullshit, and laughed at my weakness while helping me get dressed.

His Madison visited likewise, with a bouquet and a giant rainbow lollipop. Said Paxton claimed it was my favorite.

Asshole.

***

It was the next morning; I had just received my treatment from some older lady with a teenage girl's attitude.

Through the process, she had practically objectified me and admired areas I know were impressive in my body.

Don't get me wrong; I cautioned her not to try any shit on me. Now that I am married, I strive to be loyal to my partner.

The wall clock says eleven in the morning.

Some minutes ago, Mad and Martha had left to go clean up for the day, so he, my murderer, was able to sneak in without getting caught.

"You feeling better?"

"You know what they say, a murderer always returns to the scene of the crime." I sneered.

"Look dude, I shouldn't have." He blows out air from his mouth.

"That's all?" He can't really be this cocky.

"You don't expect me to apologize? You among all people should understand I don't do that." He shrugged.

The dick has that rich boy, old money features that no new money can claim. Pride, of which I was acquainted with, and authority boldly flaunting on his broad shoulders.

"Your apology doesn't fade a scar, idiot," I smirked at him.

He remains calm but I can detect the twinge in his jaws.

"Then we are even. I didn't forget you left one on Daisy. Which left me thinking, Karma's a bitch." He smirked just as I will. His hands steadily settled in the pockets of his black sweater.

He thinks he's bad, let's see: "Where I come from, screwing your girlfriend's best friend is a shame."

Flaring, he swallowed, his gaze fiercely aiming at me like a bazooka.

I see. Pussy whipped.

"Don't provoke me." He snarled.

Sensitive huh?

I cock my head, my nose scrunched, teasingly.

"Or what? You're going to shoot me in a hospital with cameras at every angle, and evidence everywhere?" I sat up, my back against the headboard of the bed, enjoying this confrontation. "Ironic, for this time you won't live, neither will the governor. And guess what? You will be all over the news, brother. Dad's gonna spank you for tainting his public image. Isn't that why you're here, making sure I don't die? Daddy's boy shitting his pants huh? Oh... Wait! You're scared Daisy wouldn't want a murderer?"

His icy stare deepened for a few more seconds before he forced a fake smile that didn't reach his eyes: "You're funny, almost my equal. I used to think we could be friends, CADEN." He emphasized my name painfully; I almost laughed.

"Me too, but that's before you hide my enemy in your building. KAISER."

"She didn't kill your sister."

True.

"I know. And honestly," I muttered. "I regretted coming for her. Pain and hatred can make you do..."

"Unthinkable things." He interjected, his forehead wrinkled.

"Yeah!"

"Bro, told you we are kind of equal." He smirked.

"We are not! You fucking have everything. Me..." I shook my head.

He's the son of the governor. I mean, he chooses to screw his girlfriend's best friend, but no one thought it was disgusting.

"You have Madison." He countered. "And I guarantee you, you don't want to lose her. You have parents who could kill for you." He appended.

Infuriated, I practically warned him: "You know nothing."

"You are blessed, man!" Oh for fuck's sake! Not Kaiser Chandler advising me here. "The things you saw as nothing are everything to someone else. I've been around your family through your shitty coma, and I must say I envy you."

His confession got me connecting the puzzles.

"Now that explains Reagan's sessions."

"A little part of Reagan's sessions." He admitted.

"Drowning?" I pursued for more.

Yes, we had been in a couple of therapy sessions together, but he was a VIP member, so he was mostly attending a private session.

Rather, he decided to terminate the conversation: "I will let you rest!" His voice was somewhat feeble.

"You owe it to me to answer my question; you almost killed me." I arched my brows.

"That's because you sneaked into my penthouse, stood alone with my girl. The last time that happened, she had a concussion and bandage around her head." Confounded, He points out.

He's right.

I'd shot anyone if Mad was in Daisy's position.

Head down, he let out a deep sigh: "But she said you came to apologize?"

"Yes! I dropped my pride and said the simple words. You can too. I learned it's just three-letter words, it can even be two. It depends on how you say it." I beckoned, sarcastic.

"You said it wouldn't fade your scar? I thought... was the use?" He shrugged discourteously.

"Look dickhead! You owe me, and the only way to make it up to me is to give the people a topic to talk about! I heard Mad and I are now the latest news in town." His eyes narrowed at me. "I can keep this between us." I signal to the left side of my stomach, where he shot me. "But that's left on what you decide."

Mad had told me everything I had missed, and Paxton did too. I've seen the trending video on my phone.

Honestly, I wouldn't care if Mad wasn't so devastated by it.
I usually wasn't the kind who gives a fuck what people think, but apparently, she does, and it was hurting her.

I can't believe that bitch could dive so low to hit me this hard. She knew it would destroy Mad, and knowing there was nothing she can ever do to get to me, she decided to use Mad's emotions against me. Fully confident about it. It was exactly why she releases the video online.

God, earlier I had the urge to sneak out and haunt that bitch till I taste her blood, but truly, something in me said she's not even worth it. I shouldn't give her that pleasure of playing cat and mouse.

I only chase after one person and that person is my wife.

Avery's just a fuck, I never pleasured. I've only used her mouth as my jerk-off pit, mostly to get her to shut up. And no matter how much she seems to need my touch and beg for my dick inside of her, I've always denied her that blessing.

However, Paxton had promised to handle her for me. So I granted him the honor.

I am confident she wouldn't ever show her face around my classes, if ever around campus again.

"But the video was quite romantic; I never took you to be the no shoes, running after a girl kind of guy."

"Just like I didn't take you as a betrayal. Why cheat on your girlfriend? That's low, bro."

"You know what! Yes, I drowned, and so did you. You are not perfect or any better." He angrily criticized.

"Oh!" I jeered.

"And that my brother, is called equal." He rebukes with a smile on his face.

"Just get out," I command.

"I will send you flowers; what's your type?"

"The one that suits your asshole." I retaliate.

"That will be rose. My butthole's very red! Took too much pepper these past days."

Can he be any more stupid?

"Oh, for god's sake just get out," I grunt while he laughs through exiting the room.

Exactly, that's the asshole who shot me. However, I decided to keep it between the two of us, or more precisely, three or six, including his securities, Daisy and Kane.

I was in debt of gratitude for the Esteban's granting me my freedom when I should be locked up for attempted murder. However, Kaiser was different from Esteban's.

He was defensive. Somehow after revenge for what I did to Daisy. He pulled the trigger the instant he got his chance.

But it turns out to be a fair game. For to make Mad happy, I will need his help.

He has just the power I need; after all, he owes me one.