Page 15 of Hap

ALINA

“Oh god,”I groan, resting my head on the seat of the toilet. I push my hair back from my clammy face and try to sit up, resting my back against the cold tiled wall. “Why are you torturing me now?” I say to my small bump. I hadn’t heard back from Hap, and from that I had taken that he was out. I hadn’t gone back or pressed for him to sign the papers. That’s something I can do in a few weeks, when I am not chucking my guts up every five minutes and when I know I won’t cry in front of him. Apparently, it wasn’t just my stomach that was unstable; my emotions were as well. I had cried in a custody meeting over a dog yesterday. A dog! It may have only been 16 days, 4 hours, and 28 minutes since I had left Hap standing in his room, but I know that if I see him, I will crack. Nope, when I next send him the papers to sign, I want to be ready to battle. I want to be the lawyer that people know me to be, that they fear of me.

I take a shaky sip of water and sigh with relief as the cold liquid trickles down my throat. Within 30 seconds, my head is back down the toilet as my body continues to retch, even when nothing is coming up. I try sitting up but the room spins.

“Okay, slow movements,” I mutter to myself as I slowly lower myself to the bathroom floor. I didn’t want to eat lunch anyway.

“Alina, open your eyes, baby,” I hear a deep voice say. I groan as I feel arms come around me and lift me up. I blink my eyes open, and as I squint up, I see Hap.

“Hap?” I ask, confused.

His blue eyes flicker down to mine as he lays me out on my bed, covering me with a blanket. His eyes stay fixed on mine as he pulls out his phone. “Rage, put Dixie on. I need to ask her a question,” he says into his phone. I look around the room, wondering what the fuck is going on. “Hey Dixie, yeah, she’s lost weight, and she looks pale as fuck. Found her on the bathroom floor. What do I do?” he asks.

I try to sit up, but when I realise I’m dressed in nothing but a sports bra and cotton shorts, I pull the cover up. His gaze never leaves mine. Oh god, I probably look like shit, and I bet my breath smells like ass.

“Okay, got it, thanks.” He disconnects and looks at me. “I’m going out to grab you some things. Don’t move, and I will be back,” he orders.

I blink up at him. What the fuck is going on? Have I passed out? Is this a hallucination? He places a glass of water and a bowl next to me on the bedside table.

“Don’t move,” he adds before he walks out of my room.

“What the fuck is going on?” I exclaim to my empty room.

Thankfully, I wasn’t sick again, but I feel exhausted, and before I know it, I’ve fallen back asleep. I feel warm hands gently brushing the hair back from my face.

“Wake up,” Hap’s deep voice gently caresses over me. I frown and blink, opening my eyes. His face is stern as he leans over me. “Sit up and drink this,” he says, holding out a drink. I rub my face and sit up. My arms are shaking from weakness, and I have nothing in my system, as I hadn’t eaten since dinner last night, and that had been dry toast in fear I would be sick again. Thatseems to be the only meal I can handle at the moment. He hands me a glass of water and drops a pill in my palm.

“What is it?” I ask.

“Anti-sickness medication from the doctor,” he states.

“But I haven’t seen a doctor,” I state.

“I know, but I have on your behalf, and he gave me that to give to you,” he states.

I look at him, then at the pill in my palm. I take it, as I have no reason to doubt him. Although I know very little about him and he is in my house. “How did you get in?” I ask.

“I let myself in. Your security system needs work,” he adds. He lifts a tray and places it down on my lap. I look down and see a bowl of soup and a crusty bread roll. My mouth salivates as I look at it.

“I can’t eat that,” I state.

“You can, and you will,” he orders.

I raise my brow at him before folding my arms across my chest. “Who do you think you are? I’m an adult, and I’m older than you, for that matter. You can’t just walk into my house and tell me what to do!” I snap.

He leans in close, resting his hands on the headboard on either side of my head, all while being careful not to knock over the tray. “I can, and I will. Stop behaving like a brat and eat the god damn soup,” he growls.

“I said I can’t. If I eat that, I will puke it back up for the next god knows how long,” I bite back through gritted teeth. At that moment, my stomach lets out a deep growl in hunger.

He raises his brow. “You’ve taken the medication, so it should help. If you are sick, I will look after you. Now eat,” he growls.

I pick up the bread roll and snatch an angry bite from it. “Happy?!” I snap around a mouthful of bread.

His lips tip up in a smile. “Ecstatic,” he says before standing back up to his full height. I continue to glare at him as I eat, suppressing a moan as I taste the delicious soup. I will have to find out where he got it from and get some for myself.

He walks around my room, and I watch as he walks into my closet and pulls out my suitcase. “What are you doing?” I ask.

“Packing your shit,” he states.

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