Billionaire Romance: Spencer's Obsession (A Seductive Alpha Billionaire Romance Book 1) by Kaycee Kline Page B
Authors: Kaycee Kline
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Mr. Ford, I believe?” she replied wistfully, as if just the thought of him was enough to cause her heart to flutter. Not that I could blame her—he was pretty charming and gorgeous. I felt my stomach do a flip at the thought of Spencer being mad at me, but yet he was kind enough to cover my hospital expenses. A wave of guilt came over me. How could I have been so selfish?
“Oh,” I said. “Alright then. I guess if everything's taken care of, I'll just be on my way, then,” I shrugged.
“Okay, sweetheart. You take care of yourself. Did you need me to call anyone for you?” she offered politely. Clearly she was going above and beyond the call of duty, because I highly doubted this was the standard hospital procedure for checking out patients.
“No, thank you. I've called my roommate to come pick me up,” I lied, giving her a weak smile. “Thank you all so much for your help. I hope you have a wonderful night,” I waved goodbye, then turned to the elevators and made my way out to the front entrance of the Emergency Room.
Chapter 8
It was pitch dark, except for the burnt orange glow of a few street lamps lining the drive leading up to the ER. I found my way over to a concrete bench, off to the side of the hospital in the shadow of a towering tree. This must have been where all the smokers went to get their fix because there were cigarette butts littering the ground. In fact, one of the butts was still letting off a lingering trail of smoke, so I stomped my right foot down on top of it, putting it out of its misery as I sat down on the bench. I wish someone would put me out of my misery, I thought to myself.
I hunched over in the dark, feeling depressed and alone, but I knew I could only blame myself. After all, I was the one who lied to Spencer about being single. I was the one who had said 'yes' to John's engagement even though I really didn't want to. I was the one who got myself into this mess and I was the only one who would be able to get myself out. If it would even be possible at this point. By now, Spencer probably hated me—and for good reason. I didn't deserve his forgiveness. And as I sat there and thought about all of these things, my emotions got the best of me and I began to cry, the tears streaming down my face turning into ugly sobs.
All of a sudden I felt a wave of terror come over me, sending goosebumps up and down my arms. I could feel someone's eyes on me in the darkness, watching my every move. I quieted my crying and tried to pull myself together so that I could figure out what to do. In my state of mental fog, I hadn't really paid attention to how isolated I was from everything else—how dangerous it might be, but now that I knew someone was out there watching me it became all too clear that I shouldn't be sitting here alone in the dark. My breathing intensified and just as I was about to bolt, I felt my phone vibrate inside of my purse.
I scrambled to answer it, grabbing my cell phone and expecting to see Bridget's name and picture on the screen, but to my surprise it was completely blank and it wasn't ringing. What in the world? I continued to feel a vibration coming from inside my purse. I reached around with my fingers, trying to find the object that was causing the disturbance. Finally, after a few seconds of digging, my fingers wrapped around the culprit— of course: it was the work phone that Spencer had given me earlier in the day. I had completely forgotten that I had stashed it in my bag and here it was, ringing. As I held it up in front of my face, I squinted at its brightness, trying to make out who was calling. With no success, finally I just answered.
“Hello?” I said, my voice cracking with nervousness and
“Oh,” I said. “Alright then. I guess if everything's taken care of, I'll just be on my way, then,” I shrugged.
“Okay, sweetheart. You take care of yourself. Did you need me to call anyone for you?” she offered politely. Clearly she was going above and beyond the call of duty, because I highly doubted this was the standard hospital procedure for checking out patients.
“No, thank you. I've called my roommate to come pick me up,” I lied, giving her a weak smile. “Thank you all so much for your help. I hope you have a wonderful night,” I waved goodbye, then turned to the elevators and made my way out to the front entrance of the Emergency Room.
Chapter 8
It was pitch dark, except for the burnt orange glow of a few street lamps lining the drive leading up to the ER. I found my way over to a concrete bench, off to the side of the hospital in the shadow of a towering tree. This must have been where all the smokers went to get their fix because there were cigarette butts littering the ground. In fact, one of the butts was still letting off a lingering trail of smoke, so I stomped my right foot down on top of it, putting it out of its misery as I sat down on the bench. I wish someone would put me out of my misery, I thought to myself.
I hunched over in the dark, feeling depressed and alone, but I knew I could only blame myself. After all, I was the one who lied to Spencer about being single. I was the one who had said 'yes' to John's engagement even though I really didn't want to. I was the one who got myself into this mess and I was the only one who would be able to get myself out. If it would even be possible at this point. By now, Spencer probably hated me—and for good reason. I didn't deserve his forgiveness. And as I sat there and thought about all of these things, my emotions got the best of me and I began to cry, the tears streaming down my face turning into ugly sobs.
All of a sudden I felt a wave of terror come over me, sending goosebumps up and down my arms. I could feel someone's eyes on me in the darkness, watching my every move. I quieted my crying and tried to pull myself together so that I could figure out what to do. In my state of mental fog, I hadn't really paid attention to how isolated I was from everything else—how dangerous it might be, but now that I knew someone was out there watching me it became all too clear that I shouldn't be sitting here alone in the dark. My breathing intensified and just as I was about to bolt, I felt my phone vibrate inside of my purse.
I scrambled to answer it, grabbing my cell phone and expecting to see Bridget's name and picture on the screen, but to my surprise it was completely blank and it wasn't ringing. What in the world? I continued to feel a vibration coming from inside my purse. I reached around with my fingers, trying to find the object that was causing the disturbance. Finally, after a few seconds of digging, my fingers wrapped around the culprit— of course: it was the work phone that Spencer had given me earlier in the day. I had completely forgotten that I had stashed it in my bag and here it was, ringing. As I held it up in front of my face, I squinted at its brightness, trying to make out who was calling. With no success, finally I just answered.
“Hello?” I said, my voice cracking with nervousness and
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