Secret Smiles and Three Little Words Pt. 22

Pulling the car out it sputtered and almost died, but then surged and took off. Her heart was beating fast from the idea that the car was about to die.

"C'mon don't fail me now!" she pleaded.

Sitting at a stop light she felt the vents and the heater wasn't warming up, the wisps of steam seeping out of her hood wasn't a welcome sign either.

"No, no, NO!" she begged as her car began to sputter again. She felt the power steering go and she struggled to pull the dying car to the side of the road. She tried to start it several times before the battery wore out.

She pounded her hand on the steering wheel looking around. She pulled her phone up and called the nearest tow truck company.

"I'm sorry Miss," the voice said. "With the slick roads all our trucks are already on calls!"

"Well how long?" she asked him.

"It will be three hours at least!" he said sympathetically.

"Three hours?" she gasped. The car was already freezing! The ice on the windshield was now a steady coat that made looking out of it impossible.

"At least!" he said.

"Is there another company?" she asked.

"I'm sorry Miss, I'm sure they are all the same!"

She hung up the phone and called Lena, but got no answer. She called the cab company but they weren't out because of the weather unless it was an emergency. Great! She said dropping her head on the seat. She wanted to call Gavin but he was at the hospital and she didn't want to disturb him there. The sound of the train made her look.

"Well, at least the trains are running," she frowned. "I'll take the metro train and walk to the condo, it's only four blocks."

She pulled her purse and started walking. The cold sleet hitting her in the face hurt. It felt as if a thousand knives were hitting her in the face causing her to wince with each stab. She pulled her scarf up over her nose but it didn't help much because it was getting soaked. Holding the half frozen material over her nose and mouth made it even harder to breathe. By the time she made the metro station she was soaked to the bone. The chill caused her to shake visibly.

The warmth of the train couldn't penetrate the cold that had settled in her bones. It hurt it was so cold. The only thing she could think of was a hot steaming bath. She figured that would be the only thing that would be able to thaw her out and then it would take hours.

Walking down the steps at the last stop, she had to will her feet to move. She was soaked head to toe, the sleet was relentlessly pounding her face, causing it to sting before going numb and then only the pain of the cold was there. Her hands hurt so bad she thought someone was crushing them in a vice and she could no longer feel her feet!

The last four blocks to the condo seemed like four hundred. When she walked in the doorman gasped.

"Jesus Miss Lasko!" he said coming around the desk. "Are you ok?"

"The car picks today of all days to break down!" she said angrily as she shook her head. She went into a coughing fit because of her angry words. He held her with a steady hand.

"You go on upstairs and get into a hot bath," he said to her guiding her to the elevator. "I'll call Dr. Steward for you."

"God Mike, don't do that!" She begged. "He is with a patient at the hospital. The last thing he needs to worry about is his ditzy girlfriend with a cold!"

She coughed again and bent at the waist.

"That's more than a cold!" he warned her as he felt her waver under his hand. He thought she was going to collapse at any minute.

"I'm fine," she smiled. "Nothing a hot bath won't cure. Plus, I'm home so I'll see him when he gets here."

"If you say so," Mike frowned as she got on the elevator.

She sat in the bathtub for over an hour and it never thawed her. She was still shivering. The Jacuzzi jets swirling hot water around her had no effect on her body. Her hands hurt and the cough made her throw up...twice. Gavin was going to be furious! She crawled into bed and pulled the covers up around her chin. Her shaking body in turn, shook the bed.

The front door opened and closed with a slam.

"Alex?" he called out.

He came into the bedroom in a near run and saw her.

"Jesus!" he said coming to her and feeling her head. "You're on fire!"

"No, I'm cold...so cold!" she whispered. He took her temperature and frowned.

"C'mon, we are going to the hospital," he said looking at it.

"No, I just need to stay here," she begged. "It's so cold out there!"

"I warned you!" he growled getting up and going to his bag and pulling out a syringe. He filled it with a drug.

"I don't need your fucking 'I told you so' speech!" she barked back. Her temper easy to rile because she felt like shit. Gavin glared at her. The look made her cower into the bed.

"You know what," Gavin said calmly. "I've had enough of your bullshit attitude!" He threw back the covers and yanked her over his lap and proceeded to spank her firmly like a petulant child she was acting like. His strikes coming fast and hard and she didn't have a chance to count them.

After he set her ass on fire with his hand he grabbed the nearby syringe and stuck it in her ass cheek gruffly causing her to cry out in pain.

"OWW! Shit that hurt!" she barked as he flipped her back into the bed and threw the covers over her angrily. "So much for your bedside manner!"

He glared at her for the attitude and the remark.

"I still haven't learned my lesson...if you are wondering!" she spit out at him crossing her arms across her chest.

"Childish is not fuckable," Gavin warned her firmly. His eyes set hard in his face.

"What are going to do? Spank me some more?" She dared him as he cocked his head at her. "I'm too sick to fuck, but not too sick to spank? How fucking twisted is that? Is that the best punishment you can come up with?"

Gavin stared at her for a moment. Then let out a soft chuckle. Alex swallowed hard. The chuckle was not a good chuckle. The chuckle was downright scary. Now she shook but for an entirely different reason.

"I'm sorry," she whispered her eyes blurring with tears of regret.

"So you keep saying," he said softly. "But you are not changing." He used her words against her. Pulling back her past from the last party.

"You think that spankings are the only punishment there is?" he asked her.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it!" she said to him. He nodded.

"That is not even remotely good enough," he told her. "Not even close."

"I'm really, really sorry!" she tried again.

"Go to sleep," he said firmly. "Now. Because I can't even look at you." He walked out of the room.

"Holy fuck!" she cried out as she punched the bed. "Fuck, fuck, FUUUUUCKKK! Gavin I'm sorry!" she yelled.

Whatever he gave her started to kick in and she got drowsy. The bedside lamp blurring in both her tears and the drug. Before she knew it she was out. Her last thought before succumbing to the drug was, how in the hell do I fix this?