Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 89878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 449(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 449(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
She pulls her face out of my chest and sniffles. “She’s too sick. Her immune system is barely existent. If she is exposed to germs—anything on a flight or airport—it could cost her her life.”
“If we got around that, can she fly?”
She hesitates, confused. “Yeah. Maybe. I don’t know. Why?”
“Call your mother. Have her pack what she needs. I’ll charter a private plane and have a nurse accompany her to ensure she receives any necessary care.
“You—you can do that?”
“It’s the least I can do.”
She jumps into my arms. “Thank you.”
The cadence of the machines shifts into a string of rapid, harsh, and alarming beeps, immediately capturing our attention. The monitor flashes red, and the numbers on the screen start to plummet drastically.
“What’s happening? What’s wrong?” Lettie cries.
“I—I don’t know.”
A nurse bursts into the room, her expression grim with urgency. “We need a doctor in here—stat! Her vitals are dropping.”
“What the hell does that mean?” I spit, panic seizing me.
A doctor and two more nurses flood the room, forcing us to back away. “She’s going into cardiac arrest.”
“God, no…” Noah begs, his voice unrecognizable. Tears race down his face, the fear in his eyes raw.
“Is she dying?” Lettie cries out.
“I’m going to need you all to step outside for a moment.”
“I’m not fucking leaving,” I demand.
“You’re not helping her by being in the way. We need to move quickly.”
The choice is taken away from us, and we’re ushered out of the room., and the door slams in our face as the doctor's voice booms from inside.
"She's crashing!"
Chapter thirty
Jackson
“What are you staring at, Peach?” I step between her open legs as she sits perched on the kitchen island.
She slides her hands up my chest and wraps her arms around my neck. “You.”
“See something you like?”
“Debating it.” I grab her thighs and tug her closer. “What’re you doing? We’re gonna be late.”
“I’m your boss. I tell you when you need to be at work.” I slide my hands slide along her hips and grab her perky ass, grinding her into my rising cock.
“It’s barely been two hours.”
“Two hours too long. My cock was made to be inside you.” Her laughter has my dick hardening against my slacks. “If you want to make it to work, I wouldn’t do that,” I warn her.
“Do what?” She smiles at me, and a new sensation stirs to life. Desire rushes straight to my cock, that’s undeniable, but more than that, a rhythmic thrum begins in my chest and turns into a flutter as I take in her sparkling eyes. I lean in, brushing my lips against the corner of her mouth. I want to lose myself in her, claim her lips with a fiery passion, but I stop short. “Who’s the one staring now?” I hold her gaze, savoring the moment. “Do I have something on my face?”
“You’re beautiful.” I let the words slip out without a care for the repercussions. Time is ticking by too fast. Soon, this will end, and she’ll be gone. Tightness grows in my chest, and I refocus on what’s in front of me now. “And I have to fuck you.”
“Whatever you want, boss.”
I jolt awake, shooting forward in my chair. Shit. I must’ve fallen asleep. My eyes dart to Georgia. She’s still unconscious. Noah is sitting in the chair beside her bed, his head lowered. I stand, checking the time. It’s been five hours since they allowed us back into her room. She coded twice—two fucking times she teetered on the edge of death and came back to us.
I check my phone, reading the text that confirms Georgia’s mother is safely en route and should arrive within the next hour or so. The hospital door opens, and Lettie walks in, her red-rimmed eyes telling me she hasn’t slept. Her shoulders slump as she takes in her sister, her sullen face mirroring ours.
“The doctor is making his rounds. He should be in shortly.”
I nod. “Your mother is in the air. She should arrive in the next hour or two.”
“Thank you. For everything. I know you didn’t sign up for all this. Offering my sister an internship and a place to live. She… I knew she couldn’t bear to come home. Even though I begged her to, she—”
“It’s been no trouble. She’s been…” A game changer.
A knock at the door grabs everyone’s attention. “Morning. Sorry to bother you. My name is Detective Shawn Collins. I was hoping to speak to you, Mr. Blake.” Noah’s eyes snap to mine. My expression remains blank.
“Of course. Let’s step outside.”
Noah stands, and I stick my hand out, stopping him. “It’s fine. I’ll be right back.” I walk out of the room with the detective. “How can I help you?”
“Mr. Blake—”
“Call me Jackson.”
“Jackson, I’m sure you’re aware of the severity of this situation. We have one dead kid, one in critical condition, and a woman making heavy accusations. I was hoping you could help me piece some of this together.”