Page 140 of Billion Dollar Mistake

A knock and the door swings open.

“It’s me,” Oliver calls out.

I swing my legs off the bed in anticipation.

“You look like your ugly self again.”

The edge of my lip tilts up. “Thanks.”

He comes to me and holds out the bag of clothes. He’s in cream chinos and a white button-up shirt. This is his version of casual.

“I had your maid pack stuff because I wasn’t going through your drawers. It didn’t feel right.”

“They’re clothes, not sex toys.”

“That’s what I was scared to find. I don’t need to stumble upon shit that I’m not supposed to, because then I’d never look at you the same.”

I shake my head and the first real laugh in days rumbles from my chest.

“You’re an idiot. Give me the bag so I can get changed.”

I rip open the bag and pull out sweatpants and a t-shirt. I dig around until I find the sweater and clean briefs. I start to undress.

“Woah, man. Give me a warning before flashing me your Crown Jewels…fuckkk.”

I continue putting on my pants. “You have a set yourself. Or are you jealous I have a bigger dick than you?”

“I didn’t look long enough to take that much notice, idiot.”

“Your loss. I’m not showing you again.”

“Never said I wanted another look.” He’s looking outside my window.

“I’m all covered and ready to go.”

Oliver turns away from the window. “Let me tell your nurse and grab you a wheelchair.”

“I don’t need a fucking wheelchair.”

“It’s a long walk and there’s no way you’re walking that far.”

I stay silent deliberating starting a fight.

“Don’t fight me on this. I’ll push your ass the fastest I can.”

“Fine!” I sit down on the bed.

“Don’t sulk. You’ll be back to yourself before you know it.”

With that, he leaves the room. I grab my phone and turn it off before putting it away.

Oliver is back and one look at the chair causes me to grind my teeth.

“Don’t say a word. Get your ass in the chair and let's go.”

I huff but step over to the chair and sit.

He doesn’t wait, he pushes me straight out of the room.

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