Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
“You don’t look so good,” Evie said.
“I’m starting to think I might have caught something from the kids.”
“Normally happens. They’re back to school now, aren’t they, after their summer break?”
“I think so,” Holly said.
“Yeah, that’s usually when a whole load of bugs start to make their way around the schools. Do you want to go home? I could call you a cab.”
“No. No. I’m fine.” Only she wasn’t. It wasn’t even lunchtime yet, but she wasn’t going to allow herself to go down because of a silly little bug. It wasn’t happening.
By lunchtime, which for her was close to one o’clock, she finally saw Mason. He’d make her feel better. He stepped into the library and approached her.
She rounded the counter, and it would seem that all the times she had put off throwing up had led to this very moment, and within a matter of seconds, as he got close, it all decided to come up. Holly couldn’t control it. She bent forward and vomited all over his shoes. She couldn’t even believe she’d done that. She felt sick to her stomach, quite literally.
Someone held her, pulling her hair back. She’d not felt well enough to tie it back into a bun or ponytail today. She had a horrible feeling that her “sickness” was already in her hair.
“I’ve got you,” he said.
She was glad someone did. The ground looked like it was spinning, just a little too much for her liking.
“Take her home,” she heard Evie speak up.
“Yes, I will.” Mason talked to a few other people, and then she was lifted from the ground.
“Everywhere is spinning,” she said.
“I know. I’ve got you.”
“You should drop me off at home, Mason. I think this is contagious.”
“I’ll be fine.”
“I don’t want you to be sick like I just was. I bet that was very unattractive,” she said, groaning. “You’re never going to want to have sex with me now, are you?”
Mason chuckled. “I will never have a problem having sex with you.” He kissed her forehead.
“Don’t kiss me. I’m all gross.”
Another chuckle which she felt vibrated through his body seemed to hit him.
She pressed her face against his chest. “You’re so warm.”
“And you’re so cold.”
He was moving and his body heat disappeared. She whimpered, not wanting him to leave.
“You’ll have to drive,” Mason said.
His body jerked and she imagined he was throwing something.
She didn’t care who drove as long as Mason kept his arms wrapped around her. He was so warm and she loved it when he wrapped his arms around her. She felt safe, protected, and like nothing was ever going to hurt her again. She actually felt like she could finally relax. Sleep would be nice.
And in Mason’s arms, she fell asleep.
Chapter Nine
The doctor had told him it was a simple bug. Holly had been awake during the doctor’s exam and diagnosis, and she told them about the children visiting the library. The doctor confirmed that they were the lovely little carriers.
As for Mason, he was extremely disappointed but he kept his feelings in check. Holly had told him that morning she felt sick. He had looked it up online and one of the possible causes could have been pregnancy. A child. A baby growing inside her.
Even though she was on the pill and he’d seen her take them, he’d hoped she was pregnant with his child. He’d even attempted to change her pills. Yes, he had found some kind of pills which looked similar, and he’d swapped them. This lasted for only a couple of hours, when he then took them back, leaving the correct pills for her to take. When it came to Holly, he didn’t want to fuck this up, and lying to her or manipulating her with the pills didn’t seem the best way to start. This was not like him. He was the kind of man used to getting what he wanted, by any means possible.
He had no reason to change, not for Holly. But he loved her.
One week had turned into two, then three, then four. Each week, his feelings becoming clearer with every passing second. He loved her. And yet, it didn’t even feel as basic as that. There were no words to describe what he felt for her.
Having her throw up on his clothes and boots didn’t bother him either. Holly worried that he wouldn’t want to have sex with her was just straight-up stupid. He wanted to have sex with her when she was well. Not now, obviously. She needed to get better.
Holly had been able to make it home without throwing up in the car. However, she had then thrown up in the elevator, down the corridor, in the hallway of his penthouse suite. She finally made it to the toilet to vomit. With her constantly vomiting and with the cold, sweaty shakes, he’d called his doctor.