The Billionaires Nurse Lover

chapter 5

I sat in the waiting room of the very private hospital. I guess this is where the celebrities come when they are sick. The chairs were comfortable and not of that slippery plastic chairs that has you slipping off and holding on for dear life. These chairs were cushioned chairs. I swung my feet back and forth freshly polished floors caught my attention, because I could actually see my reflection in the them.

The air smelt fresh like lavender was floating in the air and not like old public hospital type of smell that smelt lie sick people and death in the air.

Mr. Richfield didn’t look very happy after the argument with Mrs. Lisa yesterday. I wasn’t ease dropping at all but who could miss them screaming so loud that if they had increased the volume a bit louder the mansion might have fallen around us.

Now instead of being at home where tempers were clearly high I was at the hospital with Mr. Richfield, getting his therapy and treatment done. It’s been nearly three hours and to make matters worse the door opened and the look on Mr. Richfield’s face didn’t look like he was happy.

Before could take over from the doctor Mr. Richfield’s pressed the button on his electric chair and road himself away, leaving me and the doctor starring at each other blankly.

“Doctor I’m so sorry about that,, Mr. Richfield can be difficult at times”

“No need to worry my dear, I’ve been his doctor for the past 5 years and trust me I’ve had my shares of bad days with him and occasional mood swings”

“Thank you so much for understanding doc”

“It’s okay. Anyways when you get to the reception please grab his medication from the desk and make sure he follows the instructions and he takes each and every pill and make sure he swallows it. He has a habit of not swallowing his medication”

I nodded my head one more time and left the doctor behind me, trying my best to catch up with my boss who was nowhere to be seen wherever I looked.

How could a man with no legs get away so fast?

I mentally asked myself, trying to figure it out.

“If you’re looking for that rich snob then I suggested you take the elevator down, he got in just a few minuet’s ago” The nurse at the counter said to me right before I picked up my boss’s medication. Something about what she said made me want to defend Max a bit, but i did know what a snob he can be.

I got out of the elevator which felt like hours and as soon as I saw that chair wheeling away I ran towards it. For the first time I realized something very strange. Everyone parted way for Mr. Richfield as he wheeled through and some if not all greeted him, with the utmost respect that could only be given to a king. Just as I caught up to him we were out of sight of everyone else and i still clearly out of breath.

“Excuse me sir”

“What!?”

“Sorry I just thought that—”

“That’s your problem Anastasia, you think too much and I hate that about you!”

I couldn’t take it anymore the disrespect and the constants torment coming from this rich snob, I had to stand up for myself. even if it meant standing up for myself to protect myself from my boss.

“Well Mr Maximus I’m sorry that my constant thinking bothers you so much—”

“Well I’m glad you understand that because—”

“Because in your world its full of people that let you think and dictate their lives for them and they would do whatever to please you no matter what harm it puts you or them in. Isn't right Mr. Richfield? ”

I was used to talking but standing up for myself was something I wasn’t used to, something I never learn to do. I guess that’s why I was left out of breath all of a sudden… sweating and almost at the brink of tears.

Dammit it Anastasia! You’ve ruined it now.

Instead of him being angry at me, a smile appeared on the side of his face. And tapped his fingers or what was movable on the arm rest of the wheelchair. When he stopped doing that he simply turned the chair away and maneuvered it out of the hospital building and I simply followed him not knowing my fate, which scared me.

I loaded the chair in the van, specially designed for him and the whole ride we road in silence. At this point I would have preferred him criticizing my driving skills.

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I don’t know what it is about this girl, Anastasia… why I haven’t fired her already. Her eyes was kept on the road but from time to time she keep looking and starring back at me from the review mirror.

I didn’t know what to say even, I couldn’t even criticize her driving, because she drove so carefully as if I was an egg that she was trying not to c***k.

When was the last time Lisa did that for you? I mentally asked myself trying my best not to compare my wife to Anastasia.

“Take me to a restaurant”

“Wh… which restaurant sir”

“The Plateau restaurant… please”

I couldn’t believe what was coming out of my mouth, I can’t even remember the last time said please to a member off my staff. The short drive to the Plateau restaurant was over and just like clockwork without a reservation we were escorted to one of the best seats in the restaurant, away from the view of everyone else.

I ordered my food and drinks without the need of a menu and when it was Anastasia's turn she refused any food or even a glass of wine. I told the waiter to give us some time to ourselves and the waiter left out table.

“Why don’t you want anything to eat, aren't you hungry?”

she looked down at the table napkin and everywhere else instead of looking at me.

“I’m not hungry sir”

I laughed a bit I knew that she was lying. I spent too much time in my line of work to differentiate between liars and honest people and poor Anastasia should really work on her lying a bit.

“Do you want to drink something, red or white wine perhaps?”

“No sir”

“And why Is that?”

“I’m driving sir”

Again she was lying, this had nothing to do with her driving me at all, at this point I would have fired her like I did all the rest but doing the same to Anastasia was proving difficult.

“Anastasia I’m not testing you , you know? I honestly am offering you a free meal”

As soon as those words escaped my mouth, I wished I could bring them right back but it was out and it was up to her to decide what to make of it. I wasn’t one to care about people’s emotions but for her it was as different case.

“Okay since you’re not eating I won’t eat as well, seeing that you having to feed me will interrupt you from enjoying your own meal”

“No! sir it’s not that”

“Then tell me what it is then we can come up with a solution to the problem, because I would hate to think that I’m the cause of you not wanting to eat”

“It’s just that, that the food is very expensive sir. I mean look at this” she picked up the menu and showed me a salad “ Do you see what I mean? 30 dollars for a bowl of salad”

The way she said it almost made be break into a loud laugh for but I kept in because I didn’t want to embarrass her.

“Anastasia please just order something. I promise you I’ve blown millions on mansions and a 30 dollar salad is not what going to get me bankrupted”

“But—”

“If you don’t eat, I don’t eat too and if I don’t eat then I get cranky and I’m sure you wouldn’t want the rest of the help knowing that you are the reason for me taking my anger out on them”

“That’s blackmail sir”

“Call it whatever you want but you my darling will eat”

She placed her arms over her chest and took a deep breath in and out and retrieved the menu and looked through it's contents.

Gotcha!

That was a sign of victory for me, I’ve manged to get the stubborn princes to go along with my suggestion.

"Oh Anastasia"

She looked up from the menu that she held in her hand, facing me with her beautiful brown eyes.

"Yes sir"

"Choose whatever you like, don't worry about the price"