Page 70 of My Silver Fox Billionaire

“We’ve had an emergency at the office. My– uh, an employee fell down the stairs, and she’s got glass in her hands and feet. Can I bring her over now?”

I could feel my heart sinking as he called me his employee. That’s what I was, but there was this constant undercurrent in my heart of wanting more, despite what I tried to tell myself. I didn’t expect him to call me his girlfriend or anything, but hearing him call me his employee stung more than I thought it would.

“Great, thank you. We’ll be right over.”

“You could just drop me off at the hospital, you know?” I snapped, feeling hurt.

He gave me a look that I couldn’t quite interpret. He came around the desk and scooped me up once more, carrying me down to the car where Mike was waiting.

Mike quickly drove us over to a brownstone home, and Damian whisked me upstairs.

“Thanks for seeing us at such an odd hour.” Damian quickly detailed out what had happened as I reclined in a leather chair with my hands displayed under a bright light and magnifying glass.

Dr. Clifton smiled at me. “How are you doing?”

“Okay, I guess.”

“Let’s get you patched back up, shall we?”

I nodded.

Damian stood crowding overhead while Dr. Clifton rinsed out my wounds and pulled a few remaining pieces of glass out.

Dr. Clifton raised his eyebrows at Damian. “You’re welcome to have a seat, Mr. West.”

“I’m fine here.” Damian said evenly.

“There, I think that does it.” Dr. Clifton peered at my hands through his magnifying glasses, and I laughed as his giant bug eyes poured over my hands. Damian rolled his eyes at me with a chuckle.

Dr. Clifton looked like a cartoon character with his thin wiry frame and his bug eyes peering through his glasses.

“Alright, just a quick shot to get you numb, then I’ll give you another with some antibiotics and we’ll get started on stitches.”

“I need stitches?” I asked nervously.

“Just a few. Your left hand here is worse, though. You’ve got a pretty deep slice on that one.”

I felt myself starting to sweat as Dr. Clifton got up and rummaged around in some drawers, gathering the injection and other supplies to stitch me up.

“Don’t even think about it.” Damian stood, blocking the escape as I eyed the door.

“I am thinking about it.” I whispered, eyeing Dr. Clifton.

“Go ahead, try it. See how far you’d make it.” Damian shrugged.

I glared at Damian as Dr. Clifton sat back down in front of me, closing my escape window.

“Just a quick pinch dear, and then we’ll let it numb you up. You won’t feel a thing after this.”

I had been distracted with orgasms and the temptation of Damian until this point, and now the exhaustion was setting in. I was tired, and in pain, and I had little room left to put on a brave face.

Dr. Clifton did the numbing injection in one hand and I yelped out in pain, unable to hold the tears back any more. “Oh my God, that wasnotjust a pinch.” I finally broke down.

“Sorry, dear, just one more. Halfway there.”

Damian kneeled down next to me with his hand on my knee. “Hey, look at me.” He prodded, taking my chin in his hand, forcing me to look at him.

I locked onto his eyes and then suddenly felt another jab in my other hand. “Ow!” I sat there with both hands incapacitated and finally started crying.

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