Page 4 of Falling for the Hot Billionaire

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Monica didn’t comeby the next day like she promised, and I was actually okay with that. I shouldn’t have been, she was my wife after all, sickness and health supposedly, but she was nowhere to be seen. To be fair, I didn’t even call her, not bothering to want to even talk to her anyway. I was focused on Justine. She was the one that I thought about all night, dreamed about in my sleep. She was the one that I should be working toward, not Monica. She was a mistake that would be changed.

Justine didn’t come the next day either. I had it all worked out in my head. I was going to tell her that I had feelings for her and that I would soon be likely on my way to a divorce. I had all the necessary paperwork already signed, so it would be rather easy to deal with. Easy in, easy out.

When my new nurse named Adam came in, a stout man in his forties who had a no-nonsense sort of attitude, I asked him about Justine, and he said that she was down in the ER working.

“She was just here in ICU filling in for a staff shortage. Now that we have more nurses hired, she is back down there saving lives.”

“I need her here.” I stopped as soon as the words came out. I was embarrassed if I had to be honest, and I didn’t like that at all. I had never needed anyone, not even my own wife, so why did I feel such a tie to Justine? What was it about her that drove me so wild inside? It was a pity, really it was.

It became more of a pity when Justine didn’t come up to see me and if she did, I wasn’t awake. I knew her schedule on this floor but couldn’t get it downstairs. I wasn’t ready to get out of bed yet, so for a week I waited to see her and when it was finally time to get to physical therapy, I was hopeful that we would see her, and I could talk to her. I needed to tell her how I felt. It was so strange to me to feel anything, but it didn’t matter. It wasn’t my usual, but my usual sucked. I was ready for a change, and I was quite sure that Justine was it.

I didn’t see her and when I was well enough to leave the hospital, I walked down to the ER, hoping that I would see her, and I did for a moment.

“Hey, Justine.”

She turned around and I was floored by how beautiful she was. Justine smiled warmly at me, starting to move closer, like she was going to hug me, but then she stopped just short, and her face changed. her earlier excitement fell. I was gutted, until I heard Monica’s voice and I knew why. My wife was right behind me, and I was hoping to what, hug and kiss the woman who saved me? Monica wouldn’t understand, already disliked her, and threatened that she was going to complain about her.

I shook her hand instead and it was one of the biggest let downs since I’d woke up and that was saying something. I’d lost four months, a number of deals had gone sideways or fell through, but that wasn’t what I stewed about on the way home. It was the handshake, so impersonal and not at all what I had wanted to do. It felt like a cop-out, and I tuned out Monica’s droning on, staring out the window and wondering how my life had come to this.

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Justine

Monica did her best to get me fired. She wrote several complaints about me, and it didn’t go over well. I had to go in front of a committee, and it was one of the worst experiences of my life. She was vindictive and lied more than anything else with what she said, but I did my best to retain my composure. It was all I had to worry about for a few weeks, but then it all went away, and I was given a raise. When I asked about it, my boss told me that it was going to be dropped. I naturally wanted to know why, but it didn’t feel like I was going to find out. I tried my best to let it go, let it all go, but there were still lingering thoughts that I couldn’t push away, no matter how hard I tried.

I still thought about Tyrell, which wasn’t helping anything. I didn’t know him, and we’d only talked a few times. Why did I get so wrapped up in it? He was married and I knew that there was no way that I should be worried about a married man. There were some lines that I wouldn’t ever cross and that was one of them.

But why did I keep thinking about him then? Why was it that I couldn’t think of anything else when I went home? It was crazy how it all worked out and I swear, I thought about him so much, that months later, I could have sworn that I saw him next door. It was just for a moment and, of course, I knew that it was likely someone else, but it looked like him. My heart had leapt out of my chest and there was part of me that knew that it wasn’t Tyrell, but my idiot body didn’t know any better.

I went to bed that evening and dreamed of Tyrell, all the naughty things I would do to him and he to me. It was such an erotic dream, that I woke up about an hour earlier than usual and went for my run before sunrise, just because I was that worked up. I didn’t usually get this way.

The air was crisper than usual, which made me wonder why I didn’t come out this time of day all the time. I debated switching up my schedule a bit and going out earlier. It was really nice and after a while, my mind was able to shut off for a bit. It was great to get to that Zen place, especially when peace of mind was so hard to come by lately.

On my way back to the house, I saw lights on at the house next door and I thought of Tyrell for the first time since I started. I don’t know why my mind was convinced that I was going to find him living next to me. I knew that it was silly to see him everywhere, but then I saw him again. I stopped short on the sidewalk in front of his driveway. I couldn’t help it. “Tyrell, is that you?”

It was him and he verified it moments later in that deep, rich voice of his, and I was shocked. I had figured that I would never see him again, considering the circumstances. I’d thought it was better, but I was obviously lying to myself, because I was damn happy to see him. This time, there was no one else around to stop our greeting and he hugged me to him. His hard body smushed against mine and I was sure that there were going to be sparks flying off of me when he pulled back.

“I never got to properly thank you before. It wasn’t a good time.”

I waved him off, trying to catch my breath from his presence and the way my body molded to his hard one. He was more than I could handle and before I knew it, I was stammering out a response. I didn’t think I had done that in years and it was embarrassing to no end. He had affected me when he was in a coma, but awake, Tyrell was really messing with my head.

I pushed back against him to get some air and he let me go immediately. I knew that there was something between us, had always been there, but the circumstances weren’t good. What brought him to my neighborhood? It didn’t make any sense to see him there. From what I’d heard and read, Tyrell had plenty of money. He didn’t need a house around here. I had read about his home on the other side of town with Monica. He must know someone around here.

“Tyrell, what a surprise!” It was all I could get out, and I was still breathing heavy from having him touch me and embrace me the way he had. I was shaking from the touch and even with the moment gone, I was still lost in it. Tyrell was more everything when he was up and around.

“Yes, it is.” He wasn’t as surprised as I was.

“What are you doing here?”

“I bought the house next door.”

“You did?” I didn’t know what else to say, though he must have caught the way that I said it, because he just waved me off.

“What, you don’t like it?”

“It’s great, it’s just not your style, is it? I mean, don’t you already have a house?” I was falling all over my words, and I knew that it was Tyrell that was doing it to me. He was watching me so intently and before I could really focus on anything else, he was inviting me in.

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