HIS STRIPPER, HIS WIFE novel Chapter 105

Chapter 105

Bianca

I woke up before my alarm even rang, my head already pounding like someone was hitting it slowly from the inside.

“Arghhhh!” I groaned and pressed my palm against my forehead, hoping it was just one of those quick morning headaches that came and went without warning. I had them sometimes, especially when I didn’t sleep well, so I didn’t think much of it. I closed my eyes again for a few minutes, waiting for it to fade, but it didn’t. If anything, it felt like it was getting worse the more I tried to ignore it.

I finally got up when my alarm went off properly, moving slower than usual, my body feeling heavier than normal. I told myself it would pass once I had something to eat and got busy with work.

It was another working day, and unlike before, I actually looked forward to going in these days. The merch design department I was fixed in for today is something new and exciting.

I dressed up quickly, skipped breakfast because my stomach wasn’t really interested in food that morning, and headed out. By the time I got to the studio, the headache had worsenedinto a steady throb behind my eyes, the kind that made every sound feel too loud and every light feel too bright.

I tried to focus as Chloe, one of the designers who had been assigned to walk me through the merch process, was going over some design samples with me, pointing out different prints and explaining how the seasonal collections worked.

I nodded along, trying to look interested, trying to look like I was actually taking in what she was saying, but my mind kept drifting, my eyes kept losing focus on the samples in front of me.

I sat there for what felt like a long time, just staring at the table without really seeing it, my hand pressed lightly against the side of my head. I didn’t even notice how quiet I had gotten until Chloe stopped talking and looked at me properly.

“Bianca, are you okay?” she asked concerned.

“I’m fine,” I said, forcing a small smile. “Just a small headache.”

She studied me for a second, clearly not buying it. “You don’t look fine. You look like you’re about to pass out. Maybe you should go to the hospital, just to be safe.”

I wanted to argue, to tell her it wasn’t that serious, but even talking felt like it took more energy than I had. I finally nodded, deciding she was probably right. Better to check it out now than to keep pushing through and end up collapsing somewhere later.

I reached for my bag to grab my hospital card, but after digging through it for a minute, I couldn’t find it anywhere. I frowned, trying to remember the last time I used it, and then I remembered I had pinned it in the middle of my work diary the last time I went for a check up, and my diary was still at the old office, sitting in my drawer.

“Oh God!” I sighed, already dreading what that meant. I picked up my phone and called Amanda, hoping she could swing by the office and grab it for me or send it through a dispatch rider so I wouldn’t have to go there myself. But when she picked up, her voice was distracted, background noise filling the call.

“I’m out with the rest of the team right now,” she said. “We’re scouting locations for the new campaign shoot. I don’t think I can make it back to the office anytime soon, sorry babe.”

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