Saved by the Billionaire

Chapter Three

"That's so weird," Amandla said when I told her what happened in the morning.

"Tell me about it," I sighed, wiping the last table. I was exhausted.

"Why don't you go ahead. I'll lock up," Amandla insisted.

"Oh nope," I looked back at her, trying to be stern. "I'm not leaving here until we're finished." She rolled her eyes and went back to work.

"What are you doing this weekend?" Amandla asked me then.

"Same thing I do everytime. Work and sleep," I shrugged.

"You should get Netflix," she suggested.

"I can't afford it," I told her, even though she already knew that. "Plus, I don't have a laptop,"

"I can borrow you mine," she suggested again.

"You would?" I looked back at her.

"Of course. There are a couple of movies and series that I have," she told me, walking over to where she put her bag. She pulled out her laptop and charger. "Here, I'll text you the password,"

"Don't you need it for school, Amandla?" I asked hesitantly.

"Oh no, I have a Tablet that I use most of the time. It's fine, really. I don't mind," she smiled at me.

"Thanks," I kissed her cheek and she scrunched her nose, giggling. After putting it in my bag, I went back to tidying up everything before Amandla and I left the shop. "Byeee," I waved when she got in her ride.

"Bye Emmy,"

I walked to my place as usual and this time, I was...smiling. I mean, yeah my day started out bad, but now, I'm fine. Plus, I'll have something to do besides sleep. I stopped by Mrs Dorcas to buy some snacks from her.

Holy molly, Amandla had so many movies. I ended up on the series called Shadowhunters. I've watched the movie, Mortal Instrument and I'm curious to know how it is. After changing to my grey onesie, I plopped down on the bed and cuddled Mr Biggie, my teddy.

I had watched about 6 episodes and I lost track of time. I should be sleeping. Dang, but it's so good and I wanted to watch more of Alec and Magnus. They were so cute together.

I closed the laptop with a heavy sigh, thinking about the nightmares awaiting. What would happen if I don't fall asleep? I can stay a few hours more. Maybe if I drink an energy booster, I should be fine.

Ugh, why am convincing myself to do something like that? Putting the laptop away, I laid down. Sleep took me immediately.

My phone rang then and I groaned. My eyes widened when I realized it was Amandla calling.

"Oh no," I shot out of bed. It was almost 8. How did I not hear the alarm? "Emmy you better be awake,"

"I don't know what happened, Amandla. I didn't hear the alarm," I said running around. I hate myself for doing this, but I'm not showering. I'm already late. I washed my face and fixed my hair quickly.

I almost ran past Mrs Dorcas, but she stopped me. "Running late?" She asked me, handing me the lunch box. I gave her a kiss.

"Bye!" I ran to work and I know I'm going to have to use my Asthma inhaler, because my chest is constricting.

"Oh my God, you're late. Hurry," Amandla was already waiting for me by the door with the orders.

"Oh my God, thank you so much," I said. She took my bag from my shoulder and I didn't even go into the Cafe. The Gods were with me because the street wasn't busy. I sprinted to the other building and got there about 7 minutes before 8. Chelsea gave me an unimpressed look as she took Mr Richard's order.

"Sorry, I overslept," I apologized to her and she disregarded me. I hurried to the 7th floor to deliver the order. My chest was starting to hurt.

As I hurried back out, before Trevor saw me, I fished out for my inhaler, only to realize it wasn't in my pocket. I walked back to the Cafe and gave Amandla a thumbs up as I went to find my bag.

"What are you looking for?" She came in not too long as I'd literally emptied my bag, looking for my inhaler. It wasn't in my bag either. I need it. How could I leave it at home? It hasn't happened before. I always made sure I have it with me.

"My inhaler, I need it," I said slowly. I sat down, taking deep breaths. Amandla came over immediately.

"Maybe you left it at home," she said. "Try and take deep breaths, okay? And stay seated." My chest's starting to hurt. I tried to lie down, but Amandla stopped me immediately. "Don't lie down. You have to stay seated," she sat next to me.

"Is it getting better?" She asked after some time. I shook my head. "Uhm...okay, would you like me to go and get your inhaler? Or I could call an ambulance?" She suggested.

"No," going to the hospital was the last thing on my mind.

"Emmy..."

"I'll be fine. I just need a few minutes," I tried to reassure her. She had to go tend to the customers and I remained in the staff room, fighting my battle. It was getting hot as well, even though Amandla made sure to open the windows and the fan. I peeled the shirt off of me, fanning myself with it. I slid down the chairs to the floor so I can lean on them.

It didn't get better.

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Fuck.

Who was this guy?

Emmett Davidson? The first thing that captivated me, after he literally soaked me with coffee - my coffee - was the red curls. He had a fade cut and he looked so f*****g cute.

Aqua eyes. I've never heard of such eye color. It was unique. f**k, he's unique. I didn't get to dwell on the freckles for I was distracted by the tears.

My blood boiled at the sight and the coffee was long forgotten. I wanted to crouch down and give him a hug, but we were strangers. I wouldn't want to scare him.

"f**k," I paced around my office, Emmett on my mind, since yesterday. I've never met someone so...adorable. So precious. He radiated naivety and so much innocence, I wanted nothing more than to protect him.

I smiled at the memory of him scolding his friend for cussing. I remember my Little used to scold me every time I say something bad.

Little.

Could Emmett be a Little? He showed some signs. I couldn't be sure though. It must be my mind playing tricks with me. I can't go around assuming everyone was a Little.

Fuck, it's been a long time since I had a Little. I missed the thrill of having one to take care and to cherish. The last one I had called it quit on me. Jake. He was always such a little rebel and I couldn't handle him anymore.

I'd love to have Emmett as my little rebel though. Oh f**k, one look at those innocent eyes and I'm f****d.

I have to know him. I continued pacing around my office, thinking of ways I could get him to talk to me. He looked s**t scared of me yesterday and I didn't like that. Anyone else spilled coffee on me like that, I would have snapped and probably fired them. But Emmett...

All I wanted to run my fingers through those red curls, wipe those tears in his face and give him the biggest hug I could master. And...maybe kiss him.

Trevor. I need to find Trevor and deal with him. He hurt Emmett. His friend confirmed it while he was afraid to admit it. I don't tolerate bullies in my company.

"Mr Richard,"

"What?" I looked towards the door to see a frightened Chelsea.

"The clients are here," she said softly.

"I'm on my way," I sighed and walked to my table. I put on the blazer, Emmett forever in my mind. Something caught my eye as I grabbed my phone from the chair Emmett was sitting on. I bent down to pick it up.

An inhaler.

It was an Asthma inhaler. What is it doing here? "Emmett," I murmured to myself. What if it's his? He's the only one that was here yesterday. How could he leave something so important like this.

Oh well. This is an opportunity for me to see him. I'd send someone else but I wanted to see those ocean eyes once more and maybe scold him a little for being so careless. He needs this. I really hope I wasn't too late.

Fuck. I need to go now.

I hurried downstairs. "Chelsea, cancel the meeting," I said on my way out.

"Uh, yes sir," I was out. Isaac, my driver rushed to the car. "Don't worry, I'm walking," I told him, confusing him. I crossed the road and headed to the Cafe. I had seen the badge on his shirt. He must work here. And we get coffee from this very same Cafe.

Going in, I was immediately greeted with the sweet smell of baked goods. I looked around and there was no sign of a red haired. I walked over to a young girl who had on the uniform.

"Hi," I said to earn her attention. She spoke to the customers on the table and I tried to be patient. When I finally had her attention, I didn't waste any time. "I'm looking for Emmett Davidson," her brows rose at that, eyeing me up and down.

"Who's asking?" She asked me instead of answering. Under any circumstances, I would have snapped at her, but I'm desperate.

"Jackson Richard," I told her. Realization dawned on her at the mention of my name.

"Oh, so you're Mr Richard, huh?" she said, getting sassy. "Why do you want to see my friend?" This had to be Amandla. Now that I think about it, I recognized the voice.

"He left this in my office," I showed her the inhaler. Her eyes widened at that.

"Oh my," the inhaler was out of my hand in a blink of an eye. She dashed through the crowd to the back door and I followed, sensing something wrong. I was led to the staff room where Emmett was lying on the floor.

"Oh Emmy, I told you not to lie down," Amandla said helping him up. He could barely breathe. "Come on, get up," Emmett was shirtless and sweating profusely.

Fuck. I was too late. Why didn't I see the inhaler earlier? Did he even come to deliver today?

"I have your inhaler," she held it closer to his lips and it was like breathing fresh air. He took two pumps and coughed. "I'm going to call the ambulance, okay?" She told him, looking at him worriedly. He couldn't even argue with her, like I'd suspected he would. When his eyes finally noticed me, they widened a fraction before he broke into another fits of cough. "Mr Richard brought your inhaler. You must have dropped it somewhere," she informed him.

Why the f**k isn't she calling the ambulance?

You know what? f**k it.

I walked in and crouched down next to him. He looked at me, confused. "How long has he been like this?" I asked her.

"It happened around 8, after he delivered the orders to your building. Emmett, did you run this morning?" Guilty, he nodded. "Uh, okay. Let me inform Mrs Grace and call the ambulance, okay?" He shook his head at that. "No, I'm done listening to you. It's been almost two hours and you're not getting better. Here, keep this with you," she stood up.

"Don't call the ambulance. I'll take him," I told her. She gave me a look which quickly disappeared when Emmett coughed. He was clutching his chest. "Does your chest hurt Emmett?" I asked him. He nodded, wheezing.

I helped him put the shirt back whilst we waited for Amandla. I called Isaac to get the car closer.

"Can you walk?" I asked him as I helped him up from the floor. He swayed on his feet, barely awake. He might just lose consciousness.

Amandla came back then. "Okay, you can go. I can't come with you though. Sorry," she said.

"I'll make sure he's fine," she was still giving me that weird look but she didn't object.

"Be alright, okay? I'll come to check on you when I finish here," she told him. "Will you be able to walk, Emmett?" She asked him.

"I feel dizzy," he wheezed out. He tried walking and almost fell. I steadied him and bent down a little to scoop him up. Almost instantly, his head rested on my shoulder. "Keep your eyes open, okay? We're getting you help," I told him softly.

Ignoring the eyes on us, I hurried to the car, where Isaac was already waiting by the door. He opened the door for us and I gently placed Emmett inside. I walked around to get in, before gently pulling him to me.

Amandla appeared on the window with his bag. "He's allergic to pork and strawberries. If anything happens to him, I may not know how to fight, but I'm very good at kicking balls," she threatened me, giving me a stern look.

"Got that loud and clear," I said eyeing Emmett who was breathing heavily. The sooner we get to the hospital, the better he'll be. Amandla and I exchanged numbers so I can update her.

I must say, she's a good friend. I'm glad Emmett has someone like her. I brushed back the curls on his forehead softly.

"You're going to be okay. Hang in there,"

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UNEDITED