THE BILLIONAIRE BARITONE

Amethyst loves music and enjoys hip-hop dancing to spice up her dull and dreary life. But one evening on her way home from dance class, she hears a voice that drew her away from her route.
Caught in the act of eavesdropping, her life is about to change in a way she has never foreseen.

David didn't quite know what to do with the beautiful trespasser, but when he learned that she was injured, taking care of her was the only solution.
Little did he suspect that she was about to take care of his lonely heart in return.

CHAPTER 3

I couldn't help but worry. The Morecrofts seemed nice people, and genuinely looked like they wanted to help, but they had money and power, and I had nothing.

Phyllis refused to talk about money and asked me all kinds of questions about myself, while one paramedic checked my pulse and reminded me to keep still.

Then the ambulance stopped, and the door opened again.

It didn't look like a hospital to me.

Panic gripped my chest.

“Did you kidnap me?”

Phyllis, to her credit, look insulted for a moment before shaking her head. “No, this is a private facility. It has the best equipment and care in the country.”

She waited until they put me on a gurney, before climbing out and following on foot.

As soon as the doors opened, I got the hospital feeling. Everything was white, although the staff that approached us looked concerned and not at all how I envisaged kidnappers would look.

A man's face came into my field of view. “Hello there, we are going to do some X-rays and give you a proper check to see how your injuries look.”

We were moving while he talked to me, also checking my pulse with a warm hand. I was starting to feel drowsy. It has been a tiring day.

By the time I was put in bed, my whole body ached, and I was feeling like crap. I was thirsty, hungry and in desperate need of a shower. Phyllis was still with me, but I didn't want to say anything. She had done more than enough already.

It didn't take me long to figure out that the 'private facility' belonged to the Morecrofts. The staff was giving me curious looks, but none made any comments to my face.

But I could imagine what they were thinking. Charity case. And they wouldn't be wrong I reminded myself as I laid there.

“Would you like some water?”

I opened my eyes and nodded. “Thank you.”

Phyllis helped me to sit upright and held the glass until I could grip it with one hand. I looked at my other. It was bandaged and I couldn't use any part of it.

The next moment David and Jeff walked in with the doctor who pronounced my butt bruised but fine, my ankle severely sprained and my hand broken and in need of surgery.

Jeff approached my bed while David remained with the doctor.

“We are flying in the surgeon first thing in the morning to fix your hand.”

I heard him but my eyes couldn't look away from the man quietly watching from the other end of the room. “Why are you doing this?”

Jeff spoke up and I finally managed to tear my eyes away from David.

“You are hurt, and we want to help.”

I waved my injured hand in a helplessly stupid fashion. “I know that. But why so much trouble? I cannot afford this place.”

I put the glass down and laid down, ignoring the ache in my stomach. I had gone without food before.

“Don't worry about the bills,” Phyllis said as the doctor left the room.

Mother and sons shared a look, and I felt even worse. I hated that people felt sorry for me. If they wanted to waste their money on me, fine. I will get out of here and out of their hair as soon as I can. Maybe after the surgery tomorrow. I needed the use of my hand and the surgery to do so. It didn't feel right staying here, but I had no choice if I wanted a functioning hand.

I was too tired to argue anymore, so I nodded and closed my eyes, hoping they would leave me alone in my misery.

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