Her Volkovs #Book 1 novel Chapter 5

Belle's POV

Loraine already left for a business trip in Hawaii. So far, Sawyer has been keeping himself in his room. Thank goodness Loraine left us food in the refrigerator good for one week. She told me we can also have restaurant take out depending on Sawyer. Having to look after Sawyer is a good distraction to whatever happened the other night. It took some time for the headache to disappear.

Dylan has been consistently checking up on me. The man has called three times in a span of 5 hours. I swear that guy is as tenacious as his sister. They are both overprotective too. He surely is Amy with a dong.

I noticed that Sawyer has been really quiet for quite some time now. The door to his room his half-open already.

"Sawyer, can I come in?" He just nodded. "Do you need anything?"

"None at the moment." Sawyer said blankly while glued to the computer screen.

"I made sandwiches for both of us. And some cranberry juice too. This is good for you." I said with glee.

"I'm crippled, not feverish." Sawyer retorted.

"Whether a person is crippled or feverish, he still needs to eat. And please stop calling yourself crippled."

He lets out a sigh of frustration and looks at me in the eyes.

"I'm hungry Sawyer, and I don't like eating alone. Come on!"

"You know you are whiny and needy."

"I am not! Although the needy part, I'm not sure yet. I'm just really really hungry." I'm actually not hungry, not at all. I just needed to engage Sawyer and I know ill get to him.

I walked towards his direction, turned his wheelchair to face me and leaned closer to his face. We had a staring challenge for a while. I am gutted to see his blue eyes which are filled with sadness and hopelessness.

"Come, ill tell you a secret while we eat."

I let him take his own sandwich and I placed one glass of cranberry juice near his end of the small square table.

I took my sandwich and made a huge bite. Wow, this is actually good. I'm so proud of myself. Sawyer took a bite and looks like he enjoyed the sandwich as well.

"So?" Sawyer asked impatiently.

"So? What?"

"The secret..." He said while munching on his sandwich.

"You know for a guy, you like to gossip."

"You're the one who told me that you will tell me a secret."

"I'm kidding." I winked at him. He lets out a smile in response. The first ever genuine smile from him. My heart is instantly filled with warmth. The exact feeling I get whenever my kids from the schools I have volunteered in, randomly hug or kiss me out of nowhere.

"I got drugged in a club the other night. Some sick guy slipped the drug into my drink."

Sawyer looked horrified. I told him everything that happened to me in the club. He listened to me attentively while clutching his hand in his wheelchair.

"What if that Jared got into you. God knows what he could have done to you!" He said almost scowling.

"Easy there champ. I have had that sermon from Alexei, no need to reiterate it. I get it. I know I have been careless."

"No, just imagine what could have happened if that Volkov guy did not come to your rescue."

The memory of that night came rushing back to me. Volkov really saved my life. And I haven't even met the guy. I feel guilty leaving the clinic without even asking for Volkov. Is that even his real name? Where can I find him? Oh my gosh! I suddenly remember Alexei gave me a piece of paper where I can contact Volkov, the man himself. The man saved my life but I have been one ungrateful bitch.

I quickly stood up from my chair.

"Hey Sawyer, I'll grab something from my apartment, don't move." Sawyer had a puzzled look on his face. His eyebrows crinkled while looking at me leave the room.

I quickly ran towards my apartment. I scoured through my belongings to find my purse. It's just around here somewhere. Here! I found it under my bed. I took the piece of paper and instantly ran back upstairs to Sawyer.

At this point, adrenaline is pumping through my system. I never thought the person who I'm supposed to help, was the one who made me realize something.

"I got it!"

"What's that?"

"It's Volkovs number. Alexei gave this to me in the clinic." Oh god, my judgment was so clouded I even forgot about this.

I slowly opened the folded piece of paper. My eyes widened when I saw what's printed on it, a phone number and the complete name of Volkov.

Nikolai Vyacheslav Volkov

Oh my god. I feel like all the air evaded my lungs. "Sawyer, can you search this name on the internet for me. Limit your search to New York only."

Sawyer wheeled his way towards his computer and typed in Volkovs name. I on the other hand just stood there. Glued to the floor. I can feel the blood pumping in my heart very fast.

"Here! Nikolai Vyacheslav Volkov, President and owner of Volkov Holdings. I think that's him." Sawyer said while pointing at the screen.

A picture of a man walking in a black trench coat surrounded by other men in suit. Oh my god! My hunch has been confirmed. Volkov, the man who saved my life is none other than Nikolai, the Nikolai I met the other day.

"Hey, are you okay?" Asked Saywer while holding my hand.

"Yah, I'm okay."

My hands are already shaking. I decided to text the number from the piece of paper.

Are you home? Belle.