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ff the dressing on his wound two days after the surge

d have shaved off your

radley looked

red down at Bradley's neatly trimmed pubic hair. "... you're go

ll off." Bra

I like how it's looking." He commented. "I'll give you a qu

," Bradle

ction taller than Bradley and virtually the same size as him so his long t-shirt worked just fine. Jean then helped Bradley into the wheelchair and wheeled him to what was going to be his room during

e you around?"

u don'

first to the kitchen. "It's not

le

t have a patient to watch at

radley sai

professionals on my payroll to do a good job in my absenc

as he took in the splendor of Jean's home. "This

d. Admittedly, he was rich. But the credit for his state-of-art home we

t wheeled from room to room. Jean's home did

-ceiling windows. The furnishings were classically modern and screamed, class. Each area and room in the house melted into the beauty of the next with some delicate settees, elegant fireplaces, lovely pieces of art on the walls, and absolutely fabul

upstairs," Jean said as he reached

of masculine personality. The white and blue drapes added a quick and easy touch of luxury, and the plush blue rug highlighted the rich hardwood beneath. A blue three-seat lounger added to the room's uni

ed as Jean helped him onto the bed. "So what's upstair

urprised at all that his houseguest had asked that que

the othe

usiness." Jean snapped

e." Bradley said quietly. "I would have loved to check it out myself but..."

...recreational room,"

oom..." Bradley

Now, where should I leave

nels will do just fin

the wardrobe. "Want me to

t the newscaster. "Tha

eat later?" He paused at the door and turned to look at Bradley just as his cell phone began to ring in his pocket. He pulled

rst time had been in the thigh. In his line of work, it wasn't strange to get hit by a bullet. It was actually seen as a badge of honour. But his latest on

ley muttered as he c

es. Bradley didn't live in a magnificent house like Jean or Ty but he was proud of his home. He lived in a condo that was nice and cozy enough for a bachelor. What he loved most about his home was the special luxury security feature since he was alm

een, he'd really come a long way. He'd had to be smart and work hard to earn some money to see himself through school. The best thing that had happened to him was his decision to join the na

or opened to reveal Jean with a

ully placed the tray on the table in the room. "Here...let me help you." He helped Bradley sit

as he picked up the spoon.

dded beef sauce. Well, Wendy made the beef sauce. All I have to do is heat it up

re doing for me," Bradley sa

it's the least I can do." With that Jean

very different light though. Hell, the first time he'd been told that Jean was a doctor, he'd burst into incredulous laughter because the man's actions were definitely not what would be expected of a medical doctor. He'd fucked the most women during T

ready to strangle Jean

ad with a pillow to drown out the crie

Bradley from grabbing his gun was the fact that those sounds were obviously sexual. Couldn't people have sex without screaming, he fumed? To be able to hear those sounds all the way downstairs, that girl was obviously screaming like a banshee. Had Jean forgotten that there