Saved by the Billionaire

Chapter Six

● A week later ●

I dragged myself out of my place, dreading the day ahead. I haven't seen Trevor in over a week and I've been happy with that. Even though I was bored, staying at my place and not going to work, I'd choose that over seeing Trevor.

"You're leaving, Emmett?" I heard Mrs Dorcas yell through her open door. Yeah, we share the same floor, hence why she basically does everything for me. Even laundry sometimes. I've tried stopping her, but it's no use.

"Yeah, I'm going to work," I stopped by her door and she was tidying up.

"Well then, let me get you your lunch then, dear," she said hurrying to the kitchen. I walked in and stood by the door, admiring her cozy place. She came back carrying a lunch bag and handed it to me.

"Mrs Dorcas, you don't have to do this, you know," I said.

"Oh no, we're not having that. You have to eat well if you don't want to pass out at work," she said. I accepted the bag and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "I've packed some cookies as well," she told me.

"Thank you,"

The walk to work was unrushed. I was early today, so nothing hectic. I wouldn't want to overwork my crappy lungs like the last time. I'd rather be jobless than dead. My life can be crappy, but I still want to live.

I arrived at the Cafe soon and Amandla was already there. She squealed upon seeing me and rushed over to hug me. "Hiii!! You didn't tell me you were coming today," she said pulling back. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm good to go. I think I've stayed at my place long enough," I scrunched my nose and she giggled.

"Well, what do we have here?" I heard a different nasal voice. I turned to look at a female about Amandla's height. She had blonde hair and striking green eyes. I cringed, noticing her outfit. A short leather miniskirt and the uniform tshirt, with a few buttons undone to reveal her full chest. She was wearing heels, which might not seem like a good idea in a place like this. "Hi, I'm Britney, and you handsome?" She introduced herself, visibly checking me out.

"Uh, Emmett," I said softly, eyeing Amandla who was fuming.

"Britney, the table won't wipe themselves. It's almost time to open," she snapped. I felt bad for the lady. Amandla can be harsh. All she did was blow the gum she was chewing loudly and winked at me, walking away.

"What just happened?" I murmured to Amandla.

"She's annoying," she groaned, going back to work. I walked to the counter to get the order for Richard Corp.

"I'll be back," I said on my way out. I crossed the busy street and walked into the building. Chelsea gave me a weird look, as he took Mr Richard's order. Ignoring her, I went to put the rest in the 7th floor. When I came down, fate had other plans.

Trevor was in the foyer, talking to Mel. When his eyes found mine, they hardened with anger and I gulped. He made his way over to me, and I hoped he wouldn't do anything in front of all these people. He looked around quickly before closing the distance between us.

"What the f**k do you think you're doing?" He hissed into my face. He was an inch shorter than me, but that did nothing to calm my nerves.

"I-I-I nothing. I don't know what-"

"Don't f*****g play dumb with me, Emmett. What did you tell Mr Richard? Do you want me to lose my job?" My eyes widened at that.

"What?" I breathed out, confused as to why he'd ask me such a thing. I never said anything to Mr Richard. "I didn't say anything. I swear," I shook my head.

"Don't f**k with me dude. I almost lost my job because of your f*****g sorry ass," he spat in my face, his eyes brooding.

"Trevor, I don't know what you're talking about. I swear I didn't tell Mr Richard-"

"Trevor Jones," I stilled at the sound of that familiar voice. Trevor's eyes widened and he visibly shook in fear. Huh, it's so strange seeing him so scared. I turned to see Mr Richard walking towards us, his eyes no less brooding as he glared at Trevor. I stepped back when he got closer, not knowing what to do. He stood in front of Trevor.

"Here's What I want you to do. Go and get your stuff and get the hell out of my building, because you're fired," Mr Richard said, his voice calm yet cold and dark. My eyes widened at that.

"What?" Trevor said. "Mr Richard, you can't fire me. I didn't do anything," he said. "I already told you that he's lying,"

"I didn't ask for your explanation. I warned you. You think I wasn't watching you harass Emmett, just now? I don't like working with low lives like you," he sneered, scaring me. "GET THE HELL OUT OF MY COMPANY!" I jumped when his voice boomed across the open space. There were gasps going around and I stood there, dumbfounded. "If I ever see your face again, there'll be a problem," he said. "The same goes for all of you. I'll not tolerate this behavior in my building," he said looking around.

I watched as Trevor walked to the elevators, perhaps to get his stuff, like Mr Richard had instructed. I blinked at him, not knowing what to make of the situation. He watched Trevor disappear into the elevators.

I need to get out of here. My heart hammered away in my chest, and I can feel my throat tightening.

"Emmett," I froze mid-step when Mr Richard called me. Slowly, I turned to him. He walked over. "Are you okay?" I nodded.

"Yes," I avoided his eyes.

"Why didn't you tell me that Trevor is troubling you?" His voice was soft and calm as opposed to earlier. "Do you know him?" I finally looked up, meeting his concerned eyes.

"From high school,"

"You should have told me. This needs to stop. You shouldn't have to put up with that, okay?"

"Thank you," I said softly, letting out a small smile. It dawned on me that I had calmed down from the little incident. Mr Richard reached into his blazer and pulled out a card, giving it to me. I took it, eyeing it. It was his business card. "What is this for?"

"My details, if you...ever need anything," he said slowly. "Maybe to talk or...hang out," I blinked at him, dumbfounded.

"You want to hang out with...me?"

"Of course. Why not?" He shrugged, with an easy smile. "I think you're pretty cool," he said casually. My dummy heart didn't think it was casual. Heat flared to my face and I looked down, trying to hide a smile. "Okay, how about this? Give me your phone?" He said. Still dazed, I fished it out of my back pocket and handed it to him. He typed something on it and seconds later, his phone rang. "Now, we have each other's numbers," he said giving me back my phone. "Is that alright with you?" He asked an as afterthought.

"Yeah, I guess," I murmured, looking away. The workers in the foyers were literally gawking at us. I hadn't realized we were in a crowded place.

Did we just exchange numbers before these people? Oh God. "I...uh, I have to go now, Mr Richard," I said.

"Jackson," he corrected quickly.

"Uh, Jackson," I said and he smiled in satisfaction. "Bye," I reversed back, still looking at him. Today he had black dress pants and a navy blazer. As always, he looked good.

"Bye Emmett," the way he almost sang my name. I could have been swooning. Dang, I couldn't even hide the smile. He chuckled at that and walked away.

Okay, I guess that went well. It was weird and unusual, but it went well. The smile on my face and my unsteadily beating heart can confirm.

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I made a mistake. Well, not necessarily a mistake but it's something like that. I was in the shower. Yeah, it was hot and I decided I could benefit from the cold shower.

I didn't hear my phone ringing and when I did, I freaked out and didn't answer it. So now, Mr Richard will probably think I'm crazy or something.

I paced around my room, pep talking myself into calling him instead. It's not that hard. I'll just say hi and tell him I was showering. Yeah, something like that. It's not exactly a lie.

Before I could take any further steps, he called again. I snatched my phone from the bed and answered without looking at the caller ID.

"Hello?" My voice came out high and squeaky, I cringed.

"Emmy, oh my God, you're about to scare me to death. Why aren't you answering Mr Richard's calls?" Amandla's voice boomed in my ear.

"Huh?" I looked at the screen and sure enough, it was her. "Sorry, I just came out of the shower and then...well, I kind of freaked out that he's calling me and by the time I tried to answer, it got cut off," I rambled. "Wait," I frowned at that. "How did you know?"

"Oh he's literally shitting himself, thinking you could be sick or something because you're not answering and so he called me," she told me.

"Really?"

"Yes i***t, really. Call him," she said.

"Uh, okay. Thanks," I said, the nerves kicking in. Why the hell am I feeling so nervous? I was fine speaking with him in person. Okay, maybe not fine, but it wasn't so bad. "Oh and I'm okay. Promise," I added as an afterthought, knowing she might have panicked.

"Great, don't do that again, okay?"

"Sure. Goodnight," it was already dark outside.

"Night night Emmy,"

I waited a few minutes, trying to sort out my nerves. I can do this. It's just a phone call. Before I can call though, he called me.

"Hello," I answered softly.

"Emmett," it sounded like a relief. "Are you okay? Why aren't you picking up?" He rushed out.

"I was...taking a shower. Sorry, I was just about to call," I told him. "I'm okay,"

"Okay. Good," he said.

"I didn't mean to worry you," I murmured, guilty.

"It's okay. Don't feel bad, okay?" He replied quickly. "Listen, I kind of drove to your place when you didn't pick up. So, I'm outside. Can I come in?" My eyes widened. I walked to the window to spot a black SUV parked right in front of the building. I spotted him standing by the car. As if sensing me, he looked up.

"Uh, yeah, sure," I stuttered. Dang, he's about to see my crappy place. "Give me a second. I'm coming," I said. I didn't bother changing out of my onesie. There weren't many people in this building and Mrs Dorcas likes my onesies, so I wasn't that bothered.

And besides, I feel like I can trust Jackson. He hasn't judged me on anything. He did just get a buff guy a stuffie.

I hurried downstairs, without overworking my lungs and opened the gates. He smiled when he saw me, eyeing my onesie. I searched his eyes and what I found set me at ease.

"Hi," I greeted, opening the small gate for him. Compared to the both of us, it was shorter. I could easily jump over it. Not that I would. It's spiky.

"I hope I didn't come at the wrong time," he said looking around. I closed the gate behind him and led him up to my place.

"Oh no, like I said. I just came out of the shower," I pointed to my wet hair. It was darker than usual.

I opened the door to my place and stepped aside to let him in. I'm so nervous. My place is quite colorful, you could probably mistake it for a girl's place. Seeing as my favorite colors were purple, blue and grey, half the things in here in either of those three colors.

I watched him turn, looking at everything his eyes could find. "I like what you did with the place," he said finally, turning to me.

"You do?" I was genuinely surprised. He nodded, his smile unwavering.

"Of course. I just realized how boring my house is," he said with a small head shake. "Are you really okay though?" He asked, eyeing me carefully. He took small deliberate steps towards me, until he was right in front of me.

"Yeah, I'm good," I swallowed, my eyes everywhere but him. From my peripheral vision, I saw his hand inch towards my arm. I let out a shaky breath when I felt the light caress over my arm.

"You have a cute onesie," he complimented, pulling back. I flushed, looking away.

"Thank you," I whispered.

"Have you eaten anything?" He changed the subject quickly, looking around again.

"Yeah, Mrs Dorcas brought some food for me. I, well...I make crappy food, so," we both chuckled at that.

"And your meds?"

"I haven't taken them," I admitted, seeing them lying on the couch. Everything was pretty much cramped in. I had the kitchen, lounging area and the bed all in one place. Only the bathroom had the privacy.

Jackson walked over to the kitchen sink and got a glass of water. He walked to the couch. "Come on," he gestured for me to come to where he was. He took the medication out and handed them to me one by one.

"You don't have to do that, Jackson," I murmured, looking at him.

"I know," he said with a smile, handing me the last pills. "Finish the water," I gulped the whole glass as instructed. He took the glass to the sink.

"Thank you," I said, yawning a little. "Sorry, it's been a long day today and I'm a little tired," I told him softly.

"No worries," he smiled. "You should get some sleep. I can find my way out," he said. I stood up and walked over to my bed. Peeling the cover, I was about to get in but something stopped me. Clearing my throat, I turned to Jackson.

"Jackson?"

"Yeah?" He looked at me. I fidgeted with my hands, not knowing whether this is a good idea or not.

"Uh, I was wondering if...you could stay," I murmured nervously, avoiding his eyes. "Just a little while. Maybe until I fall asleep," I looked up at him

"Of course," he beamed at me. "I'd be happy to," he said.

"Uh, okay then," I smiled, getting in the covers. I laid down and watched him walk over to sit at the edge of the bed. It wasn't big enough but there was enough space left between us. "Thank you," I whispered.

There was a comfortable silence as I fought sleep. Honestly, I liked having him here. I mean, he obviously cares about me. And well, I wanted to know more about him. I just can't bring myself to say anything.

"Jackson?"

"Yes Emmett?" He looked up from his phone. He had a fancy iPhone as opposed to my broken J4.

"Do you think I'm weird?"

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UNEDITED