THAT MAN 5 (The Wedding Story-Part 2) by Nelle L'Amour Read Free Book Online

Jennifer for believing me and not calling the whole thing off. I still didn’t know how I was going to handle Kat who was out to sabotage us. Or the new, potentially life-changing problem I faced, thanks to her.
    I fucking loved my tiger.
    And fucking hated that bitch.

Chapter 10
    Jennifer
    I wanted Blake to rest. Doctor’s orders. It was Saturday, hence no need for either of us to go into the office. So I made him put on his pajamas and tucked him into bed. Then, I heated up the leftover matzo ball soup I’d made and frozen a few weeks ago. He said he wasn’t hungry, but I forced him to eat it. In fact, I fed it to him, lovingly blowing on each tablespoon before putting it to his lips. Blake, it seemed, was always taking care of me. The role reversal felt so good. I loved taking care of my man. That man who loved me so. He told me he felt a little better after finishing the bowl of the nourishing broth. I smiled. Blake’s grandma was right: matzo ball soup was Jewish penicillin as much as it was an aphrodisiac. Blake, however, was in no condition for a romp.
    I joined him in bed, snuggling close to him. I flipped on the TV to get our minds off the results of the urine test. In the middle of a SpongeBob episode, Blake’s cell phone rang. It was Dr. Klein. I asked Blake to put the phone on speaker mode. My heartbeat sped up with anticipation.
    “Blake, we got back the results of the urine sample,” began Dr. Klein.
    “And…” Blake sounded anxious. I clasped his hand.
    “Everything is normal except…” The doctor paused. “The lab found a high level of Rohypnol.”
    “What’s that?”
    “It’s the brand name for flunitrazepam, a drug that is commonly used in drug-facilitated sexual assaults. Otherwise known as the date-rape drug.”
    There was silence on Blake’s end. His lips tightened into a grim, angry line. I knew what he was feeling. I was feeling it too. A maelstrom of rage and abuse.
    The doctor continued. “Blake, this is very serious. It’s considered a crime. Do you have any recollection of who did this to you?”
    Blake drew in a sharp breath. “Doctor, like I told you before, I don’t. I went to a club, the one I belong to, and had a cocktail at the bar. Someone must have slipped it into my drink.”
    I gave his hand a little squeeze, letting him know he’d handled the inquiry perfectly. The doctor responded.
    “Well, Blake, I still think you should report it. And let me tell you, you’re very lucky. The high dose of Rohypnol mixed with alcohol could have killed you.”
    A shiver ran through me from my head to my toes. The thought of Kat taking Blake away from me forever was unfathomable. I squeezed his hand tighter, never wanting to let go of him.
    Maintaining his composure, Blake told Dr. Klein he would think about it and then took another deep breath. “One thing, Doctor. I hope you’ll share none of this with my parents or sister.”
    “Of course not, Blake. Doctor-patient privilege.”
    “Thanks.”
    “Of course. One last question, how do you feel?”
    “Better but still queasy.”
    “That’s normal. I want you to rest and drink plenty of fluids. By tonight, the drug should be out of your system.”
    “I will.” Blake paused, placing his free hand on the duvet close to his cock. It had been very still today. A look of uncertainty washed over his face. “Doc, will this flu-nit-shit-whatever drug have any long term effects on my uh…um…equipment?”
    I heard the good doctor chuckle. “No, Blake. You should be absolutely fine.”
    Blake blew out a breath of relief. Inwardly, I did the same.
    With that, the two exchanged good-byes and Blake ended the call. He hastily tossed his phone onto the bed and then turned to look at me. His look of relief had turned to rage.
    “The fucking bitch!”
    I gently cradled his embittered face in my hands, turning it toward me. “Baby, the good news is you’re going to be okay.”
    Taking me in his arms, Blake thanked me again for