Free Glass Towers: Surrendered by Adler, Holt, Ginger Fraser Page A

Harrison, especially since he has been carrying around the burden of guilt about Adelaide for all these years. Now, he feels it is all his fault that I was attacked. I am so banged up and that is eating him up the most.
    Since I have been home from the hospital, Harrison has been sleeping in a portable bed in the room with me. My body is still so damaged that he is afraid to be in the same bed with me. He is concerned about inflicting any further pain on me during sleep. Our sex life is totally non-existent, and who knows when we will be able to resume our activities. He acts as if I am a delicate china doll and as such, he will hardly kiss me, let alone touch me in any way.
    Despite all the pain I am enduring, I find myself thinking of Harriso n and how he makes my body feel. I feel alive when I am having sex with him. Better than alive! I feel like the most desired woman in the world the way he worships my body and gives me pleasure. He feeds me emotionally. I never feel starved for affection or adoration. He gives me all the things that I was deprived of and so desperately craved in my previous marriage. I miss the intimacy of his hands and mouth on my body, exploring every surface and crevice. Not to mention, his body blows my mind. I marvel at it each and every time he is naked. I feel my loins burning an inferno through the bed sheets, as I think of my husband naked. Oh, I must be getting better, if through this pain I can think of all the places, positions, and body parts that I want to experience and explore with my new husband. I love those words, “my husband”.
    I am interrupted in the middle of my random, disjointed thoughts.
    “ Here we are Mrs. Towers. I have your soup and crackers here. I am sorry I didn’t hurry back with the crackers. It took me some time to find your phone. I had to ask around. You have quite the staff here, but nobody knew about your phone.” She shakes her head, as she places the tray of steaming soup across my lap.
    I glance down and see a phone on the tray , but it is not mine. I look back at the nurse.
    I’m confused , “This is not my phone. Where did this come from?”
    “I don’t have the slightest idea. This phone was finally given to me by one of the men out by the elevator. As I was passing back through with your tray, he laid it on the tray for me, since my hands were full.” She gives me a side-glance.
    I don’t think I trust this woman. Her responses to me are fine, but  her body language is odd. I pick up the phone and swipe my finger across the screen. I see a little envelope in a circle. I touch it. A message window pops open and there is a text from Harrison.
    11:47 AM
    Your Husband
    Mi Amore . I got you a new phone. I switched you to a new network under Towers Holdings. Do not give your number out to anyone other than who I programmed in the phone.
    Wow, ok. I wonder who m he deemed worthy of making addition to my address book. This is a new brand of phone for me, so it takes me a minute to locate my contacts. I scroll through and note that just a few of my usual personal contacts are present. I notice one in particular that is missing: Bradley. I smirk to myself, knowing full well why that contact is missing. It looks like I will need to enter all of my business contacts. I’ll have to do that another day.
    I go back to messaging and reply to Harrison.
    12:24 PM
    Mrs. Towers
    Thank you for the new phone. Why did you replace my old one?”
     
    12:25 PM
    Your Husband
    Mrs. Towers. We can discuss that later. I am glad you are awake. How are you feeling?
    Oh no , he doesn’t! I am not letting him skate around my question. No way!
     
    12:25 PM
    Mrs. Towers
    Mr. Towers. I would appreciate a straightforward answer. Why did you get me a new phone? I feel weak and nauseated. I took my meds so will be passing out right after I eat some soup.
     
    12:26 PM
    Your Husband
    Mrs. Towers. I will discuss your phone later. I miss you.
    Aaack! He is so exasperating. I type my