Saved by my CEO

Chapter 14

Chapter 14

The next day the doctor gave me all clear to leave the hospital, only on the condition that I was on bed rest for at least another 5 to a week. Great bed rest. Does she not know I have a job to do? “Don’t worry doctor. I will make sure she is fully rested before returning to work.” Trent tells her as he takes the bag of medication and picks up my holdall from the bed. We head out of the hospital and straight to Trents car that is sitting out front. “Feels so good to be out of there” I say as Trents starts the car and pulls away from the kerb. “Lets get you home baby. Get you settled and fed.” Trent says as he places a hand on my thigh and gently squeezes. “My bed, can’t wait. Hospital beds are so not comfortable” I tell him as I place a hand on top of his to return the gesture.

We arrive home after a short drive, walk into the house to find Donna and Aiden in the lounge. “Welcome home!” they scream in unison. I jump slightly at the noise and Trent places his hand around my shoulder to calm my nerves. “Hey guys, this is a nice surprise” I play of my skittishness, as I head into the lounge to greet them. After a few hugs and settling down on the sofa. I decide I want to go for a shower. As I start to get up from the sofa, Trent runs over to help me up. “Trent, I’m fine. Just going for a shower” I tell him, swatting his hands away. “Do you need any help?” he whispers as he leads me out of the lounge and heads up the stairs. “I’m a big girl I think I will manage, thanks though” I peck his cheek as I leave him standing at the bottom of the stairs.

I get up to our room, and head to the bathroom. Passing by the full-length mirror, seeing myself for the first time since the incident. I look like I’ve been run over by a truck. My hair is a crows nest, I have huge black circles under my eyes and skin is all blotchy. I sit on the edge of the bed and burst out in tears. Sobbing my heart out. I don’t know how long I’ve been sitting, when the door opens and Trent sees me sitting on the bed. “Avery, baby. What’s the matter?” he rushes over to my side. I point to the mirror “I’m a mess” I sob into his chest. “Baby. You are just out of the hospital. But you are still beautiful in my eyes, gorgeous” he gently rubs his hands up and down my back to sooth me. “Come on lets get you showered. You will feel so much better after it. Promise” Trent says as he leads me to the bathroom. He strips me of my clothes, throwing them in the hamper in the corner. He turns on the shower, checking the temperature is not too hot. I slip in and instantly relax under the hot jets of water. I let out a sigh enjoying this, when I feel hands around my waist, Trent coming up behind me. I look over my shoulder and see he has stripped his clothes of and left them right beside the shower door. “This is nice” he mumbles into my shoulder as he runs his hands all over my front. “Mmmm, it is” I lean my back against his chest. Standing for a few minutes, Trent reaches for my shampoo and starts to wash my hair, turning me around to rinse the bubbles out my hair, our bodies so close but not close enough, I reach for him and pull him closer by his hips. He lets out a grunt when my chest hits his. “Sweetie, as much as I have missed being inside you. You are still in recovery and the doctor said no s*x” he tells me while massaging my scalp, like a pro. I groan at how good it feels, also slightly disappointed that Trent is going with what the doctor told us before we left the hospital. I put as I look up at him and he leans down and nibbles my lips, “Stop the pouting, come lets finish getting you washed then we can head down for dinner. My folks will be here in a bit” he tells me as he starts to clean my body. Way to kill the mood, the mention of his parents. I love them to bits but now I’m totally turned off.

A few minutes later, we are in the bedroom drying our bodies and getting dressed. I sit down at the vanity table to dry and comb out the knots in my hair but it hurts. There is a knock at the door, as Donnas head appears. “Trent thought you might need a hand with combing your hair” he says as she takes the comb from my hand and gently starts to comb the knots out. “Thanks” I say and adjust myself as Donna starts on my hair. We chat about the work, she has updated me on all the gossip and rumours that have been floating about since the incident. She told me that Trent has changed the access to our floor, so we get no unwelcomed visitors, security has been tightened slightly and more cameras have been installed. About twenty minutes later, Donna has successfully combed my hair and put a French braid in it. We head down just as Hazel and Philip arrive with dinner.

We are all chatting and laughing around the dinner table, a happy family. You would not know looking in, that I was in a coma for three weeks and just got home from hospital. The laughter and chatter is interrupted with the doorbell. Trent gets up to answer it. I can hear muffled voices but can’t make out what they are saying. I get up to go see who it is just as Trent is closing the door. His face pale, like he has seen a ghost. “Trent, who was it?” I ask pointing to the door. He turns and walks straight to me, pulling me in for a hug. He stays silent as he pulls me to the lounge and settles me on the sofa. “Trent, what is it? You are scaring me.” I say as I cup his face to make him look at me. “It’s Melissa. She committed suicide”