Chapter 7. Assault.

Stephanie Miller.

After Matt found me in the park, we returned to the apartment to consummate the reconciliation and, I must say, he was more passionate than usual.

He made me cum five times in a row, and he still wanted more. It’s such a wonderful thing to know that, despite time, we can still love each other in different ways and Matt...

Is a spectacular lover. Every time he makes love to me, he makes me cum in a thousand ways, always trying to make me satisfied before he does.

I open my eyes lazily and see the dim light that sneaks through the curtains. I don’t know what time it is, but I’m just happy to know that it’s the weekend and I’m not on call.

I groan at the realization of having to get up, because my stomach is rumbling and I stretch on the bed, protesting.

Out of nowhere, someone caresses my hip with a pair of warm hands and continues to touch my clit furtively after reaching my center. I smile at the sensation he provokes in me, and I turn so I can observe him and give him better access.

He looks at me amused as he says in his hoarse, lust-filled voice, “Good morning, Miss Miller. Are you hungry?"

I smile at his greeting, biting my lip as I say flirtatiously, “You can’t imagine how hungry I am right now. And you?”

Matt, still touching my clit, moves closer to my ear, saying, “I’m ravenously hungry, but not for food.”

His words cause a moan to escape me, and my core to grow even wetter for him. Matt kisses my neck while inserting two fingers into my core.

I moan at the intrusion, arching my back. I let out a breath, close my eyes, and place my leg over his hip so he can reach deeper inside me. He bites his lip and searches for mine.

He kisses me impetuously while he doesn’t stop pumping my pussy. I moan into his mouth and dig my nails into his back.

He moans louder and tells me, “Wow, Miss Miller, you are so wet!”

Then he turns me around, placing himself on top of me. He opens my legs and without warning, he introduces his huge cock deep into my core, making me scream with pleasure and arch against the intrusion.

We are in the middle of our action when the sound of one of the cell phones interrupts us.

I automatically stay still, listening to the sound, while he tells me, “Come on, dear, let it go. It’ll be over.”

“Matt, you know it could be important.”

I smile and kiss him, while he continues moving, to which I tell him, “Enough, let me go and see who it is.”

“Don’t go! If it’s important, he’ll call again, otherwise… well, you get the idea.”

I stay still for a few moments and kiss him again when the sound stops. After a few seconds, the cell phone rings even louder than the previous time. “Matt, go see who it is!”

He sighs and gets up pissed off, saying, “Why don’t let me fuck in peace, damn it!”

I stay in bed, giggle with amusement at the childish attitude of my beloved fiancé, while I watch him walk in all his full nakedness.

Then, I hear him answer, “Hello?”

He opens his eyes and says to me, “My dear, I must answer this. I’ll go to my office.” I nod at his words as I sigh.

I decide to get up reluctantly. I put on my robe and went to the kitchen.

I checked my phone and saw several messages and calls from Emily and Amelia.

Surprised by the unusual number of calls and messages, I contacted Emily.

It rings twice and then I hear, “Thank God you answered! Where were you? Why weren’t you answering the phone and the messages we sent you?”

I frown at the little inquisitor that is my friend, as I reply, “I didn’t answer the phone, because I spent the night making wild love with Matt. Do you think that’s a good reason?”

Emily pauses for a few moments and then says, “Well, yes. That’s a good reason. But what I have to tell you is important.”

“What happened?” I asked curiously.

“Is your sister.” Emily says with an unsure voice.

I widen my eyes, as I ask, “What happened to Stella?”

Emily sighs as she answers me, bluntly, “last night she ended up in the emergency room. Someone notoriously beat her."

"Has lacerations on her head and the rest of her body. According to her statements, someone robbed and beat her.."

"She says they didn’t abuse her. She arrived here in the ambulance. It seems someone discovered her unconsciousness outside an alley.”

“Shit!”

“Yeah, shit… that’s why we call you Steph, so much. You must come immediately. Your father is asking about you, saying why weren’t you the one who healed his lacerations? He’s so upset!”

“Damn, it’s okay. I’ll go there. Send me the file so I can read it on the way.”

“Right away. See you later, friend.”

I hung up fast as I ran my hands over my face, sighing. Matt comes out of his office and says, “Why do you have that face? Something happened?”

I answer, “yes, it’s Stella.”

Matt raises an eyebrow, ready to answer me, when I reply, “But before you say anything, she’s hurt. Emily informed me that someone robbed her, beat her up, and left her abandoned in an alley. I have to go to the hospital. Dad is with her.”

I see how Matt opens his eyes wide and just says, “I’ll go with you. We said I wouldn’t leave you alone with her. Regardless of whether she is in the hospital.”

I nod to his words, having no intention of arguing, and we go to the bathroom to take a quick shower.

We get dressed, get some fruit from the kitchen, and rush to the car.

Taylor, Matt’s security bodyguard, is waiting for us in the parking lot, ready with the door open for us to get into the car.

We get in. He closes the door and quickly starts the engine. Matt tells him, “Metropolitan hospital. Drive fast.”

Taylor simply responds, “yes sir.”

The trip took about fifteen minutes, which helped me read the file and know what I would face when I arrived at the hospital.

Matt looks at me, worried, but he doesn’t dare ask me anything. After finishing reading the file, I raise my head and say, “What do you want to know?”

Matt smiles, saying, “What does the file say?”

“It basically points out the type of lacerations found on Stella’s body. The most serious is the one in her head, because of its extension. It’s like she’s been hit with the handle of a gun. But there is something that doesn’t seem right to me, Matt.”

He frowns as he asks me, “What doesn’t seem right?”

I think for a moment, looking at the roof of the car, as I answer, “the shape of the laceration. Her attacker must have grabbed the gun by the barrel to hit her with it, but the wound appeared to be upside down.”

“What do you mean, dear?” Matt asks, visibly confused.

I sigh as I tell him, “I’ll know when I examine her, my love.”