Mid-Thirties Slightly Hot Mess Female Seeking Billionaire: Chapter 26
Mid-Thirties Slightly Hot Mess Female Seeking Billionaire (Single and Sassy in the city Book 2)
Ethan
âIâm fine, Ethan.â Sarah squeals in my arms, as I take her out to the street.
âStop squirming,â I say, looking down into her pale, panicked face.
My heart is racing as I stare at the blood on the side of her temple. I really hope that she doesnât have a concussion. I really hope that she hasnât seriously injured herself. My driver pulls up about a minute later, and Sarah looks at me in confusion.
âWait, what? How?â
âI alerted him.â I smile at her.
She doesnât know that I have a button that I press that immediately alerts him to come to the front.
âHow did you do that? Was it magic?â
âWould you believe me if I said that it was?â I ask, and she rolls her eyes. I laugh slightly.
My driver jumps out and heads over to us. âIs everything okay, Mr. Rosser?â Thereâs a concerned look on his face.
âShe hit her head,â I nod. âWeâre going to take her to the emergency room.â
âYes, sir.â He says, opening the back door.
I place her down onto the back seat, close the door behind me, and then walk over to the other side and slide in.
Sheâs sitting up now and glaring at me. âThis is really too much, Iâm fine.â
âYouâre not fine. You fell and you hit your head and itâs bleeding.â
âItâs just a little wound.â She touches the side of her head, and looks down at her fingers at the deep red blood. âEw.â She makes a face. âItâs really bleeding, huh?â
âThatâs what I said,â I say, shifting over to her.
She glares at me and closes her eyes. I grab her hand and squeeze.
âDonât close your eyes.â
âWhat? Youâre so bossy.â
âSarah, listen to me. I donât want you to close your eyes, because if you did get a concussion, I donât want anything bad happening.â
âBad like what?â She says, an attitude in her voice.
âI donât know, like you going into a coma or something.â
âItâs not that serious, dude.â
âWell, I hope not, but better safe than sorry.â
âYou do not have to take me to the hospital, you really-â
âI do,â I say. âIâm not just going to let you go to sleep and possibly not wake up tomorrow.â
âWould you care?â She asks, and I stare at her for a couple of seconds.
âWhat do you think?â
âI mean, I guess youâd be disappointed because you never got to see me pole dancing.â
âI donât give a fuck about you pole dancing,â I say as the car starts moving.
âOkay, well, tell me this.â
âYes?â I ask her.
âWere you hoping for a lap dance?â
My lips twitch slightly as I stare at her face. âWhat do you think?â
âI think you were hoping for a lap dance. I think that you were hoping that you were going to get laid tonight.â
âWerenât you hoping for the same thing?â I ask her, chuckling slightly.
âNo, I already told you that that wasnât going to happen.â
âI know thatâs what you said, but you were on a pole.â I stare at her. âIn a very skimpy outfit.â I lick my lips. âAnd letâs just say I think something may have gone down after you made your twenty grand.â
âSo you totally came to have sex with me tonight. Is that the only reason you came?â
âI didnât actually come though, did I?â I wink at her, and she groans.
âYouâre disgusting.â
âI donât think Iâm disgusting, and I donât think you think Iâm disgusting. I meanâ¦â I pause.
âWhat?â She says.
âNothing. Youâre still recovering, I donât want to get you all angry and upset.â
âIâm not angry and Iâm not upset. I think you should just say it as it is.â
âWhat do you want me to say, Sarah? Do you want me to say that I find you very attractive? Do you want me to say that I think youâve got a mouth on you? Do you want me to say that I donât think youâre the best dancer in the world, and that you should not quit your day job to take up stripping.â
âSo what, you donât think Iâm a good stripper?â She glares at me.
âI mean, I do not know how to answer that without you getting mad.â
Her lips tremble slightly. âFine, you donât have to answer that.â
âI mean, Iâd love to see you strip, and I donât care if youâre good or not,â I say. âI like you naked either way.â
âYou just want me to be naked, period.â
âAm I a bad person if I say yes, I do like to have you naked? Itâs been more than five times now, so maybe we can do away with that rule.â
âMaybe I donât want to do away with that rule.â She says. âMaybe I am fine with it. Maybe I donât want to sleep with you more than five times.â
âI donât think thatâs quite true.â
âWhy, because youâre so irresistible.â
âI donât know, am I irresistible?â I run a finger down her arm, and she giggles slightly.
âYouâre totally resistible, Ethan. Trust me.â
âAh, shucks,â I say, laughing.
The car stops and I look out and see that weâve arrived at the emergency room.
âGood. Wait here. Stay where you are.â
âI can get out by myself.â
âNo.â Iâm stern now. âStay where you are. Iâm going to get a wheelchair, and I will push you in.â
âI do not need to be pushed in, Ethan, I-â
âPlease, Sarah.â I say softly. âLet me take care of you, at least until we make sure youâre okay.â
âIâll be fine.â She says. âThank you for caring, but-â
âBut nothing,â I say as I jump out of the car and rush to the interior of the building. âI need a wheelchair, stat, myâ¦â I pause, not knowing what to call her. âI just need a wheelchair.â
One of the nurses points to the corner of the room, and I grab a wheelchair and hurry back out. Sarah is still sitting in the backseat, thankfully. I open the door and reach in to pick her up.
âPlease, you do not need to do this. Itâs so embarrassing.â She says, though I can tell sheâs slightly nervous. Her eyes seem like theyâre tired, and she gives me a look. âDo you think Iâm okay?â
âI hope so,â I say. âI really hope so.â
I lift her up and put her into the wheelchair, and then I rush her in.
âShe needs to be seen immediately,â I say, ignoring the sounds of crying and howls of pain from the other people.
âWhat seems to be the issue?â The nurse behind the counter says.
âShe fell hard, cracked her head. Iâm nervous that she has a concussion.â
The nurse stares down at Sarah and her skimpy outfit and makes a face.
âWhat was going on?â
âDoes it matter what was going on?â I glare at her. âIâm Ethan Rosser, CEO of Rosser International.â
âOkay, and?â She says, rolling her eyes.
âAnd Iâm a trustee of the hospital. Last year, I donated fifteen million.â
She bites down on her lower lip. âWe can get you into a room. Iâll call one of the doctors to come and see you.â
âSounds good. Which room?â
She lets out a deep sigh. âFollow me.â
I push Sarah in the wheelchair behind her, and then we enter a room.
âIâll be right back.â The nurse says.
Sarah looks at me and shakes her head. âYou didnât have to pull strings to get me taken care of right away. I know this is an emergency room. I know they most probably have more important cases that they have to deal with, and-â
âThis is one of the perks of being rich,â I say. âYou get taken care of faster.â
âBut thatâs not fair.â She says. âItâs-â
âI know itâs not fair, it fucking sucks and I feel bad about it, but we donât know how badly you hit your head, Sarah. Iâm not going to sit there waiting with everyone else when I know I can get you to the front of the line.â I take a deep breath. âIâm worried, okay? I just need to make sure youâre okay.â
She stares at me for a couple of seconds and nods. My phone starts ringing and I look at it. Itâs my mom. I try not to roll my eyes as I put it back in my pocket.
âYou can answer that.â She says.
âNo, I need to watch over for you. I need to-â
âPlease, take the call.â She shakes her head. âIâm sure a doctor will be in here soon.â
âOkay, Iâll be right back.â
I step out of the room and call my mom back.
âHey, mom, whatâs going on?â I ask her. I know my voice is gruff, but I canât help it. If sheâs asking me for more money or to go on some sort of trip, I will lose it.
âHey, Ethan, Iâm so sorry to disturb you.â She stops, and I pause, because my mom has never been sorry about anything.
âWhatâs going on, mom? Is everything okay? Are you okay?â
For a few minutes, I worry that sheâs going to tell me that she has cancer or something. I lean against the wall. This is the last thing that I need. I can feel my heart trembling slightly as I wait for her to answer.
âYour dad hasnât been home in three days.â Her voice is nervous. âIâm worried about him. Iâve been calling and calling, and now itâs just going to voicemail.â
âWhat do you mean he hasnât been home in three days? Do you know where he was going? Do you-â
âI donât know. Iâm so sorry to disturb you, Ethan. I know that youâre busy, I know that youâve got other things to worry about, but Iâm nervous. Heâs never not called before.â
âHave you tried to figure out where he could be located? Have you tracked his GPS?â
âWhat are you talking about?â
Like on his phone, have you done Find My Phone? I know you have iPhones, I got them for you.â
âI donât even know what that is, Ethan.â
I can tell that sheâs emotionally spent.
âOkay, let me see whatâs going on.â I say. âIâll call you back.â
âOkay. Is everything okay with you?â
âIâm fine.â
âWhere are you? Thereâs a lot of noise in the background.â
âIâm at the emergency room.â
âOh my gosh, Ethan, whatâs going on? Why didnât you call me?â She starts getting loud.
âMom, Iâm okay. A friend of mine is here.â
âNot Jackson?â She says.
âNo, a female friend.â
Thereâs a long silence on the phone.
âA female friend?â She says. âLike a girlfriend?â
âNo, no, sheâs not my girlfriend, she⦠Iâll call you back, mom, okay?â
I hang up before she can say anything else, and I just stare at the phone. Who is Sarah to me? Sheâs not my girlfriend, Iâm not looking for a girlfriend, but sheâs no longer just my employee, sheâs no longer just the nerdy woman that works for me. I feel more for her than that, and itâs not just because we slept together. I have feelings for her, Iâm worried about her, Iâm concerned about her, and I get jealous when she flirts with other men. I donât know what it means, and I donât have time to think about it. I quickly call my granddad and wait for it to go to voicemail. Iâm pretty certain heâs in bed already. Surprisingly, he answers the phone.
âEthan, whatâs going on?â
âHave you heard from dad?â I ask, knowing that heâll be straightforward with me.
âYour mom called?â
âYeah, mom called. Sheâs nervous. She hasnât heard from him.â
âYour dadâs not doing well.â He says with a sigh.
âWhatâs going on?â
âYouâre going to be a brother.â
âWhat?â
âYouâre going to be a brother.â
âBut mom canât get pregnant, sheâ¦â And then it dawns on me what heâs saying. âHe cheated again?â
My granddad sighs. âI donât know what we did wrong. I donât know how I could have made this any different, but yeah, heâs not in a good place. He doesnât know how to tell your mom.
âFuckinâ A. Sorry.â I say quickly. I hate swearing in front of my grandparents.
âI understand, Ethan. Can you come over? Can you speak to him?â
âNo, not right now.â
âOh.â He sounds surprised. âLate night at work?â
âNo, something more important than that. Iâll be there tomorrow though.â
I hang up and just stare at the phone for a couple of seconds. I am quite literally in disbelief. Iâm too old to have a new sibling born. My dad is too old to be a dad again. He wasnât even a good dad to me.
âFuck it.â I say, as I head back towards the room.
Iâm grateful to see a doctor there with Sarah. He looks up at me and nods.
âMr. Rosser?â
âYes?â I say. âHow is she?â
âSo far, it looks good. It looks like not too much damage.â
âSheâs bleeding though.â
âA slight cut by the ear.â He says. âWeâll run some more tests and check everything, and I want to make sure that you donât have a bad headache tomorrow, but I think you should be okay.â
He looks at me. âWill you be able to ensure that sheâs not alone tonight?â
âOf course.â .
âNo.â Sarah says. âIâm fine, I can be by myself.â
âNo, I will be with you.â I stare at her.
âNo, Ethan, you-â
âI will be with you. You canât be alone.â
I can go to Isabelâs. I can go to-â
âSarah.â I cut her off, and she sighs.
âFine.â
âI want to make sure youâre okay.â
âFine.â She says, and looks down, exhausted, and suddenly I realized just how young she looks, and how beautiful, and how vulnerable, and my heart constricts, because I feel something that I donât think Iâve ever felt before in my life, and I donât even want to question what it is.
About an hour later, weâre leaving the hospital, and my driver takes us back to her place.
âYou sure you donât want to go to mine?â
âIâm sure.â She says. âI know my place is small, but-â
âItâs fine, I like it.â We get into her apartment and she yawns.
âIâm sorry, Iâm just really tired right now.â
âItâs okay. You can go to sleep, and Iâll just do some work, and when you wake up in the morning, weâll grab breakfast, and Iâll make sure that youâre okay.â
âItâs very sweet of you to be here.â She says softly. Thank you. You really didnât have to stay.â
âI know, but I wanted to, Sarah. I really wanted to.â
She heads to her bedroom and lies down, and I pace back and forth along the corridor for a couple of minutes, gripping my phone, thinking about calling my dad and speaking to him, asking him how he could cheat on mom and not use protection, but Iâm spent. I donât really know what to say.
I head towards Sarahâs bedroom to see if she wants something to drink or eat, but sheâs already fast asleep. I go over and take a seat on the mattress and look down at her. She looks so innocent, so sweet. I watch her stomach rise and fall. Iâm grateful that sheâs okay. Iâm grateful to be here with her. Iâm grateful to feel something other than lust for business. Sheâs awakened something in me that I didnât even realize had been asleep.
As I sit there and stare at her sleeping, I remember a time when I was seven years old, when my parents had been fighting and my dad had stormed out in the middle of the night. Iâd been in bed reading a book, and when heâd left, Iâd been thankful that the shouting would stop. I remember waking up at about five oâclock in the morning, and creeping along the corridor to my momâs room, and just standing outside the door listening to her crying for what felt like hours. I remember feeling so alone and cold as I watched her, and then eventually, she fell asleep. I opened the doors and I crept inside, and I remember I watched her sleeping, because I wanted to make sure she was still alive, I wanted to make sure that nothing would ever happen to her.
And as she lay there, I remember her whispering my name in her sleep. âI love you, my darling Ethan. I will never leave, because I love you.â
And I remember then how I felt. How I felt guilty and sad, but how I loved her, how I realized she loved me more than life itself, how I realized that I didnât blame her for being weak anymore. I remember creeping into her bed and waking up hours later to her kissing me and hugging me close.
âI love you.â Sheâd said. âIâll always have you, my darling.â And I felt warm and protected, and like I never wanted to let her go.
âEthan.â Sarah mumbles in her sleep, and I freeze. âOh, Ethan.â She says, and sheâs smiling now. I wonder what sheâs thinking about. âYouâre not so bad, Ethan.â She says, and my heart surges.
I stand up and I walk towards the door, Iâm going to go and sleep on the couch, but then I stop. I turn back around and walk towards the bed, and I take my shoes off and lie down next to her. I need to be near her, just to make sure sheâs okay, that if she needs something, Iâll hear her. I lie back down and stare up at the ceiling and wonder what all these emotions mean. I wonder if my mom knows that my dad has gotten someone else pregnant. I wonder if it will break her yet again. I wonder if Sarah knows that we have something that makes me uncomfortable, but also alive for the very first time. I turn to the side and put my arm around her softly, and then before I know it, Iâm falling asleep.
A few hours later, I wake up, and Sarahâs still sleeping, but sheâs fully embraced by me. She moans slightly as my hand moves from her stomach, and I realize that sheâs enjoying the warmth of my body against hers. I realize that she means something real to me, sheâs worming her way into my heart, and that scares me. Iâm not sure what to think or what to do. I donât want to think about it, itâs an uncomfortable feeling, and yet, as I close my eyes to fall asleep again, I know that itâs the best feeling Iâve had in a really long time. Itâs a peaceful, sweet, loving feeling, and I never want to let it go, I never want it to leave me.