HIS STRIPPER, HIS WIFE novel Chapter 108

Chapter one hundred and eight

Bianca

The first thing I noticed was the light. It was soft, but it still felt too sharp against my closed eyelids, it was like tiny needles pressing in from outside. I tried to open my eyes, but they felt heavy, glued shut, like my body hadn’t fully decided to wake up yet. I blinked slowly, once, twice, forcing myself through the fog until the room around me started to make sense.

I saw white ceiling, a slow beeping sound somewhere close by and the usual smell of antiseptic in the air.

I turned my head slightly, trying to piece together where I was and how I had gotten there. My memory felt scattered but I remembered the headache. I remembered the cab, I remembered Amanda’s voice on the phone, and then nothing. Just darkness, like someone had switched off a light inside my head.

I tried to sit up a little, my body protesting weakly, and that was when I saw Adrian sitting on a chair beside the bed, his elbows resting on his knees, his head bowed slightly like he had been staring at the floor for a while. His jacket was gone, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and there was a tiredness on his face that I wasn’t used to seeing on him.

My mind immediately started running through a thousand questions. Why is he here? How did he even know where I was? Didnt he have somewhere else to be. Like in his office, probably still sorting things out with Victoria.

I shifted slightly on the bed, not really needing to, just wanting to let him know I was awake without having to say anything first. The movement was small, but his head snapped up immediately, like he had been waiting for exactly that.

“You’re awake,” he said as he stood up fast, the chair scraping softly against the floor. He moved closer, reaching for my hand.

“What are you doing here?” I asked, pulling my hand back slightly before he could fully hold it.

He paused for a second, like he wasn’t expecting the question, or maybe he was expecting it but just didn’t have a ready answer for it. “I know you’re trying not to listen to any explanation from me right now,” he said slowly, “but I need you to know that I’m here already, and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

I blinked at him, half annoyed and the other half too tired to argue properly. “How do you even know I’m here? Where’s Amanda?” I tried to push myself up into a proper sitting position, my eyes moving around the room, taking in the machines beside the bed, the drip attached to my arm, everything that confirmed I really had ended up in a hospital.

“Bianca, I…” he started, but before he could finish, the door opened, cutting him off.

A doctor walked in, an older man with glasses perched on his nose, followed closely by a nurse holding a small tray. The doctor moved straight to the side of the bed, checking the monitor first before turning his attention to me. He checked my pulse, shone a small light into my eyes, and asked a few quick questions about how I was feeling, whether I felt dizzy, whether the headache was still there.

I answered as best as I could, my voice still a little weak, and after a few more checks, he straightened up and turned to Adrian, completely ignoring me in that moment like I wasn’t even the one lying in the bed.

“She will be good,” he said. “She just needed a lot of rest. We will discharge her tomorrow or the day after. depending on how much progress we see.”

“Okay doctor, can she be moved to my private ward?”

I felt my whole body tense up. I wanted to scream, to sit up properly and tell him he had absolutely no right to be making decisions about where I stayed, but I didn’t have the strength for that kind of argument, so I just shook my head and said nothing.

“We will have some nurses come make sure that’s possible, sir,” the doctor said, already turning to leave, the nurse following behind him glancing at Adrian with a smile that stretched a little too wide for someone just doing her job.

The moment the door closed behind them, I turned to look at Adrian properly. “You really like to have your way, huh?” I said,

“What?” I frowned, sitting up a little straighter despite the dull throb still sitting behind my eyes. “No need for all these. I’m not…”

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