Page 88 of Rich Girl
“Dude!”
He jumps off his chair as soon as he sees me.
“Thank fuck you’re out and all this shit is cleared. Dillon said it was the easiest money he’s ever made,” he snorts. “It sure helped that your girl here was able to pull some strings…”
Nobody told me anything other than I’d be out and there are no charges against me. All we needed was for the judge to sign off on it, which should not have been a problem since I hadn’t done anything and it was on record that I hadn’t.
“What strings?”
“She had a private jet fly out to Las Vegas to pick up one of the judges. He came, signed, she flew him back there.”
He turns to look at her. I can tell he’s changed his mind about her being a gold digger.
“You should’ve told me who she really was,” he chastises me. “There I was, thinking she was after your millions. But I’mpretty sure she has more millions than you do,” he teases. “Lucky fucker.”
Hayden turns surprised eyes my way. I can see so many questions in them, but I don’t have answers for anything right now.
“Can we talk later?” I ask Alex. “My head is all fucked up,” I explain. “I need to lie down for a bit.”
“Yeah, man. I’m sorry.” He pulls me into a tight hug. “I’m really happy the mess got cleared up. I hope you know we all got your back.”
I can only give him a faint smile. Once I’m rested and my head is back on straight, I’ll have to call him, Cal and James and see how much I owe them. I also have to get a hold of the attorney Alex hired for me so I can pay that debt as well.
“I appreciate it.”
Once Alex is out of the apartment, I listen to his heavy footsteps down the stairs. When I hear the door at the bottom opening and closing, I turn to look at Hayden.
“I really need to lie down. I don’t feel too good.”
She jumps up from her seat on the couch and rushes to me.
“Of course. Do you need anything? Some water? You should probably stay hydrated.”
I nod and walk toward the bedroom. When I get under the covers, I let out a sigh of relief. The mattress never felt so good.
Hayden is hovering, unsure of what to do. Under normal circumstances, I’d invite her to get in bed with me. Holding her in my arms would ease my aches and pains. But she is a completely different person now, someone who would not fit in like she did before.
“Can you find me something for my headache?”
She pretty much runs out of the bedroom to do what I asked of her. I hear her rummaging through my medicine cabinet. I’dbet good money that she has no idea what to give me for this headache.
I decide to take pity on her.
“There should be a bottle of ibuprofen in there.”
As soon as I say that, I hear her running back to me, the pills inside the bottle rattling as she does that.
“Water,” I tell her when she drops the bottle of pills on my chest.
While she rushes to the kitchen, I open the container and take two pills out. Just as I stick them in my mouth, she shows up with a bottle of water. My throat feels parched, and I chug the whole thing in one go.
“Don’t let me sleep for long.”
Those are the last words I say to her before closing my eyes. It takes me a few minutes to fully relax my body and allow myself to be swept away into a world of darkness.
I have no idea how long I sleep for, but when my eyes snap back open, I realize it is almost dark outside. My headache is gone, but my body feels sluggish. I get out of bed and almost lose my balance when I stand.
On shaky legs, I make it to the dresser where I pull out a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt. After I put them on, I feel chilled so I throw a sweatshirt on top, too.
