Tiger's Obsession Collection (Erotic Romance Complete Series - 6 books)

by TorreS, Pet

  - I was discharged.

  Larsson confesses. I shrug my shoulders and try to say something appropriate.

  - Good.

  - I'm just waiting for my driver to pick me up.

  The patient smiles again, confessing with nostalgia.

  - I'm dying to see my tigers.

  Now he stares at me in the eyes. I feel that I need to have some wall behind me or I can fall apart right there.

  - And also a cigarette.

  Instinctively I smile too. His statements sound so genuine. So emotional.

  Larsson truly loves his tigers.

  - Your tigers should be missing you.

  I suppose and look down. Within moments, I realize that his absence at that hospital somehow causes an absence in my life.

  - Yes. - He confesses. - Olinda was here and told me that my tigers are roaring all night. They usually don't do that.

  - This is a sign that they love you like you truly love them too.

  I confess facing his completely green eyes. He realizes that feel insecure before him. Immediately it leaves a thin smile in the air and looks at the window that is opened at his side. The sky is completely blue. Soon he changes the subject.

  - I can't wait to see the day out there! I can't stand these unsightly hospital walls.

  I remember his nightclub as well as his luxury prostitutes. This angers me.

  - You should be missing your nightclubs and also your...girls...

  He diverts his gaze from the window and faces me seriously. His hands slide across his fringe and he throws it back. Then he starts.

  - I will not lie to you. I miss that place and those girls.

  He stretches his arms and I swallow saliva of bitterness, anger and hate.

  - After all I am a mortal. I have my carnal needs.

  - I understand. - I say, looking down and then to one side. - I hope you can soon resume your normal life and can do whatever pleases you.

  At that moment he stares into my eyes. Both remain completely serious.

  - Not everything that satisfies me is within my reach.

  His eyes go down lower to my legs and then he faces me again. After his malicious look, I understand that I am a missing element in his life. Who can satisfy him in abundance.

  Incessantly, I try to hold my feet before I have a collapse of weakness and fall to the ground for not feeling my legs below my waist.

  - Well...- I start with a weak voice. - I need to get back to my job. My patients are waiting for me.

  I try to smile friendly.

  Larsson remains serious and says looking to one side.

  - When you left me that rude ticket. I swore to myself that one day I would find you and make you swallow all those words written on it.

  I step back, feeling confused, dizzy and uncomfortable with myself. My arduous past surfacing again.

  - Please...do not touch our past...

  - Why?

  He stares at me gravely.

  - It hurts you? Does it bother you?

  So I look down, playing with my fingers. - I now managed to rebuild my life. All my scars of the past are healed.

  - However, mine are not.

  Larsson looks into my semblant again.

  - Emily, I had never asked a woman in marriage before. If I did that to you it is because I was sure that you were the right woman for this, which I wished were by my side to make you Mrs. Tiger in fact.

  - You wanted it too late...

  Retort, however, Larsson thinks of saying something else, but at that exact moment the door to his bed opens and someone comes into the room.

  Larsson's driver has just arrived, as always, using his dark uniform.

  - Balzak, finally you arrived!

  Larsson murmurs, looking at his private driver in motion. During this period I take advantage of this situation and anticipate my way out of there, saying softly.

  - Excuse me!

  The driver and Larsson look toward the door, it is then closed and I'm gone.

  Balzak wrinkles his countenance toward the closed door and asks Larsson.

  - Is that Emily?

  - Yes, it is.

  Larsson answers and Balzak faces his boss with suspicion.

  - Don't tell me you'll start all over again?

  - Start all over again? I don't understand.

  His boss acts as if he didn't understood and starts to slide his hands through his hair and Balzak finishes.

  - The obsession with this girl.

  ***

  Hours later...

  Walking in the opposite direction down the hospital corridor, I see a wheelchair and someone pushing it from behind. I recognize that this is Larsson's driver and Larsson is sitting in the wheelchair. For the first time I see him sitting in a wheelchair. This scene afflicts me. I never imagined I would see the mighty Larsson William Tiger being moved by a four-wheeled object.

  Him being so dependent on someone by his side.

  After all, he has always been a squire. An unshakable rock. A supreme god who could never need anything or anyone in this world.

  His chair is coming in my direction and she discontinues in front of me. Balzak is still standing behind Larsson. He looks at me and gives me an intense farewell look.

  I feel a tightness in the chest, a tremendous urge to cry. Both for his physical disability and for his definitive departure from the hospital. Starting today I will never see him again.

  I suppose.

  Nor even know about his health.

  - Thanks for everything, Emily.

  During his thanks, I lower my head and look at the floor. He raises his hand and touches my arm gently. His fingers slide down and reach my thin hand, my nails are painted with clear glaze. He squeezes it with motivation. With longing.

  Our eyes meet and we forget everything around us. We forget that we were in a corridor of a hospital and that there are some people hanging around and that his driver is nailed to the ground as a tree behind his wheelchair, always observing our actions in his profound silence. Balzak's voice is only heard when Larsson asks him something.

  - Emily I need you.

  His fingers further compress mine. Balzak looks on my face too, he wants to know my answer.

  - I need your care as a nurse. I will pay a lot for it. Double or triple what you get in this shit hospital.

  However, my eyes go down below and find his black shirt, almost glued to its defined chest.

  - I cannot...accept.

  I respond quickly and pull apace my hand out of his. Larsson faces me with indignation. He did not expect this attitude from me. He hoped I was deeply moved by his uncertain disability.

  - Olinda will know how to take good care of you..

  I add and raise my head, look at him with crystalline eyes. In the meantime, I hold my tears. I cannot cry then and expose all my weakness before him.

  - A speedy recovery Larsson Tiger! And goodbye!

  I speak with my broken heart. Larsson remains silent and does not return my wishes for a speedy recovery. Soon I start walking, thus moving forward. However, I realize that his wheelchair remains motionless. He still doesn't believe that I refused his work proposal.

  Ahead, I find the door of a female toilet and push it with full fury. I lock myself in that place and I collapse uncontrollably in a deep lake of tears.

  Willingly or not, Larsson William Tiger still moves me deeply.

  This was more than proved in that day.

  During his hospital discharge.

  ***

  Hours later...

  - Finally I'm back to paradise!

  Larsson exclaims, sitting in his wheelchair, minutes after arriving at his mansion. His driver helped him out of the car and they both are still outside the mansion. Larsson looks up and around him. The garden of the house, the fresh air, the blue sky reassures him after weeks locked inside a tedious hospital.

  - My God! I can't believe I'm here!

  He looks toward his driver.
/>   - Balzak, take me to my tigers!

  - Yes, sir.

  His driver agrees, approaching the wheelchair.

  On their way to his tigers, Larsson imagines he could never be in that situation, depending on someone to take him somewhere. He imagines that his legs are useless at that time, not even to wear a pair of haute couture jeans, one of which he is accustomed to using.

  For a moment he realizes his life is ruined.

  An invalid Larsson Tiger!

  This is not the end he desires for his life, sustained of wealth and glitter.

  However, his green eyes shine more and more when his wheelchair stops at two giant iron cages. Tigers begin to move from side to side, roaring strongly.

  Legitimately they know their owner.

  - Zulu...Zuak...!

  Larsson murmurs with emotion. His tears risk falling down his pale face. For weeks she does not submit to some sunbathing.

  - How I missed you guys!!!!

  Finally, he finishes and looks down.

  His tigers are his greatest wealth.

  He thinks that it would not be any fun to return home without those magnificent animals to welcome him with those roars of longing, of joy, of devotion.

  Those tigers are faithful to its owner.

  Chapter 6

  - Wow! Emily! You've been so strange these last few days!

  My friend Mari says, sitting on the couch next to me. She came from the kitchen carrying some ice cream and a plastic spoon.

  - Don't you want to talk?

  She insists.

  Mari is her nickname, her name is Marilda. We became friends after we met in the hospital. She is also a nurse at the hospital where I work, but their shifts are on different days of mine. We also split the rent of a small and simple apartment.

  Her hair is brown and her eyes too.

  - The man of whom I was running away from, reappeared in my life again. He rose at the wrong time of my life. During the period in which I'm trying to be happy next to another man.

  - Who is he?

  Mari gets interested in the subject and licks her ice cream scoop, looking in my face, she accommodates on the couch and waits for my answer. Meanwhile, I put my hands in my hair and slip it to the back of my head. I look at the floor and say with complete fear.

  - Larsson Tiger.

  - Larsson Tiger?

  Surprise, her eyes get rounded.

  - You say. That paraplegic guy who was admitted to the hospital? That handsome man with green eyes?

  - Yes. - My voice sounds bitter. - Himself.

  She leaves her ice cream pot to the side and holds my hand, begging.

  - Emily, tell me this story right! I want to understand everything perfectly!

  Bluntly, I face my friend. Now I try to find the courage to reveal her everything, everything about the nightclub, the luxury prostitutes. Of my situation while I was in his domain.

  - Yes, I'll tell you everything. However, you need to promise me you will not tell anyone, not even to Rodolfo.

  - Emily, I'm your friend. I would never do that.

  At that moment, I look up and sigh.

  - Okay. So prepare your ears.

  Chapter 7

  - Emily, you salted the popcorns!

  - I did?

  Armando questioned. We are sitting on the couch in the living room of your apartment, in front of a TV watching an action movie. Armando loves action movies, however, I prefer novels or dramas. I identify more with them.

  - Wow! It's horrible!

  His forehead wrinkles. He growls and spits all the chewed popcorn inside his mouth back to his pot.

  - Sorry, Armando...I'll make more popcorns for us.

  - No need love...- He says and embraces me. - I'll order a pizza for us.

  His hand reaches a handset in a square table next to the couch. He dials some numbers and after a few minutes, he puts the phone back down. Smiles at me, and informs.

  - Done. In 10 minutes our pizza comes through that door.

  I look at him wistfully. - Have you noticed that I'm a disaster in the kitchen?

  However, his arms cross my waist and he pulls me to him. Soon my right shoulder gets some soft kisses of his mouth and he whispers in my ear.

  - It doesn't matter.

  I shrug, a shiver runs through my body.

  Armando keeps whispering even more softly.

  - What matters is that I love you.

  He stares at me seriously. Without blinking, I see his face approaching mine. His lips absorb mine impatiently. The film on TV is no longer observed. Ceases to be a priority for Armando. Now he seems to seek another type of action and adrenaline.

  His hand reaches the height of my bust and his fingers compress one of them with excitement. I close my eyes and hold a small moan.

  -And our movie?

  I question with a stuck voice choked with excitement.

  Armando grows on top of me and lays me on the couch. The weight of his body excites me even more. Immediately he takes off the knit shirt of his body, tosses it to one side and his lips meet mine again.

  Suddenly, we hear a phone ringing noise coming from my bag which is at the other couch. I open my eyes and push Armando back.

  - I need to take this call...

  Armando rubs his hands in his hair and sighs impatiently.

  - Are you really going to answer this fucking call now?

  - I need to answer it...it may be urgent...

  I answer getting up from the couch and going toward my purse. I open it hastily and seek my cell phone. However, seconds after I find it. I look to the screen and see that it is a restricted number. I make a face and the call keeps insisting

  - I'll be right back.

  I say without looking at Armando and walk toward the balcony of his flat.. As soon as I press the green key, a strange noise comes from the other side, but no one talks yet.

  - Hello?

  The voice on the other side asks.

  - Emily?

  My eyes round. I freeze at that moment, listening to the voice on the other side.

  I know that voice. I know this clamor.

  - Larsson? - I ask confused. I put my hand on my forehead and look sideways completely scared. - How did you get my number?

  My voice trails off. He ignores my question and does another question with a preponderance.

  - Where are you?

  - I...am...

  I look back and see Armando sitting on the couch, entertained with the scenes of the film on TV. So I look back to the scenario of the night before my eyes and try to answer.

  -...In the house...

  Larsson interrupts me and confesses.

  - I'm feeling a lot of pain!

  His voice regrets on the other side, he seems angry with himself.

  - Calm down Larsson.

  I say with phlegm. Trying to make him quiet on the other side too. However, I look at my phone when a noise arises unexpectedly.

  TUM! TUM! TUM!

  - He hung!

  I mutter in indignation, fear and nervousness.

  I try to call him back, but the number is restricted.

  Immediately I return to the room, I collect my bag and put my wool little coat. Armando diverts his eyes off the TV and faces me not understanding anything.

  - Where you going?

  - I going to visit a patient.

  I answer looking around. I try not to go into details. Armando would never understand that a beautiful, rich and paraplegic man would need me at that moment, right in the middle of the night.

  - NOW? IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT?

  Armando gets up from the couch and remains stalled, looking in my direction. However, I look at him sadly, so distressed. He realizes that this is something serious.

  - I'm so sorry.

  - And our pizza?

  - We can eat it later. I promise I'll be back soon.

  Hastily way toward the door. I open the passage and leave the place in a hurry.
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  Armando sits back on the couch and rubs his palm on top of his head. He really does not accept my absence at that moment. Stopping our loving encounter.

  - That's right Armando!

  He mutters to himself.

  - This is what you take for dating a nurse!

  ***

  Hurriedly, I run to the middle of the street, some cars are circulating. I look with wickedness hoping to see some taxi driver there. And in fact just a few minutes later a car with a taxi plate appears between some vehicles.

  I lift my arm and make a sign with my hand. He then stops at the point intended for taxis and I enter the vehicle, with my heart pounding. Since I got out of Armando's apartment, I have done nothing more, but to do everything in a hurry, running around.

  The taxi driver goes on. The journey seems long and endless.

  My God, how I wish to arrive quickly at my destination!

  After half an hour, I see the fabulous garden, the lake of green water. The statues of tigers on the front porch entry. At last, I see before me again, Larsson's Tiger mansion. To which I had sworn to never wanting to see in front of me and get in it.

  However, now I'm in front of it again, standing before the front door, looking at the place and noting that everything stayed the same way it was a year ago.

  The taxi driver had already gone, after I have paid for their service.

  Finding courage, I ring the bell and the door opens. Before me is Olinda, as always in her maid uniform.

  - Miss Emily?

  She questions astonished. After all for more than 365 days that she does not see me there.

  - Hello Olinda! Where is Larsson Tiger?

  - He's in there.

  Immediately after Olinda said that, a force pushed me into the mansion. I walk hurriedly toward the stairs in the middle of the main room. My bag is slung over my right shoulder. I climb the stairs with euphoria. I realize that everything is quiet. Then I go through the long corridor and see that everything is quiet too.

  But the excitement inside me questions:

  Where are you Larsson Tiger?

  Finally I arrive in front of the door of his room and push cautiously. I fear not seeing him there or seeing him in some tragic scene.