Bad Boy Billionaire: The Complete Series (A Bad Boy Alpha Billionaire Romance)

by Claire Adams

  I couldn’t help but laugh at his words. He couldn’t even get up off the floor, yet he wanted to go into work. He seemed way more dedicated to work than I thought he was.

  “Let’s see what the doctor has to say.”

  I grabbed his car keys off of the counter and went back to help him stand up. He seemed to be moving around a little better, but I could still tell it was hard to breathe. On a positive note, I didn’t hear gurgling when he breathed, so maybe his lungs weren’t punctured. It was entirely possible he had just cracked his ribs. They would still be causing him a lot of pain and could still contribute to him having a hard time breathing.

  “Do you know how to drive a stick?” Chase asked me.

  “Of course,” I said confidently.

  The truth was, I was much more worried about figuring out how to navigate the streets of America than I was about the clutch of his car. I didn’t even like to drive in Liechtenstein, so I knew the traffic of Atlanta was not going to be something I liked at all.

  I helped Chase into the car and then went around to the other side. His car was nicer than anything I had ever driven before, and I was instantly afraid that I would crash it or get into some sort of accident on our way. But there was no choice; he surely couldn’t drive and I wasn’t going to let him get out of going to the doctor.

  He guided me along our route using the side roads since I was too afraid to get onto the freeway. It only took us about fifteen minutes and we arrived at the hospital. As I helped him into the sliding glass doors, a nurse came up to us almost instantly. I had to assume it was because he was dressed in such an expensive suit. Or perhaps, she thought he was shot, by the way he grabbed his stomach and hunched over.

  Whatever the reason was, the nurse took him and got him into a wheelchair and back into a room rather quickly. I followed right behind, but didn’t say much.

  “What’s going on today, sir?” the nurse asked him.

  “I need an x-ray. I think I have a broken rib.”

  “Okay, can you tell me what happened?”

  “I got punched.”

  I waited for Chase to explain a little more about what happened, and it looked like the nurse was waiting, as well. But he didn’t continue on with his story at all. Instead, he was silent and just looked at the nurse.

  “Okay, I’ll have the doctor come visit with you shortly. Are you having trouble breathing?”

  “Yes.”

  “Okay, let me get this oxygen on you for now.”

  The nurse was efficient and had Chase out of his suit shirt and hooked up to oxygen in under two minutes. I just sat off to the side and waited patiently.

  “I’m sorry, Jordan,” Chase said as he lay in the hospital bed.

  “What for?”

  “All of it. This isn’t how I wanted you to see me.”

  “Well, if you want me to stick around, you are going to need to tell me exactly what is going on.”

  “Okay.”

  Chase closed his eyes for a minute and looked like he was just about to tell me everything when the doctor came in.

  “Mr. Foster, I’m Doctor Jones. Tell me what happened.”

  “I got punched.”

  The doctor looked at Chase and then over at me as he waited for the rest of the story. When he was sure that Chase wasn’t going to elaborate, Dr. Jones moved on to examining his patient.

  “Tell me where it hurts,” the doctor said as he started to press on Chase’s ribs.

  “Fuck, yes, there…it hurts there,” he said at the first spot the doctor touched.

  Instead of continuing, the doctor ordered the x-ray and then went to talk with the nurse. He seemed more concerned after he talked with her, and they looked at the chart that was in front of them. I really didn’t know what they were looking at that could have had them so concerned, but whatever it was seemed to get Chase into the x-ray rather quickly. Before we knew it, he was done and back to the room.

  The doctor came in with the nurse about fifteen minutes later. He had a dire look on his face, and I had to hold back from trying to ask any questions.

  “Do you want to tell me what really happened, Chase?” Dr. Jones asked.

  “I think we can move forward. What’s the prognosis, Doc?”

  “Well, you have two broken ribs and four fractured ribs. Luckily, none of them are loose or in danger of puncturing any of your organs. You will be really sore for a few weeks, maybe even a couple of months. But if you take it easy, everything should heal.”

  I was relieved at the news, but shocked at how many fractured and broken ribs Chase had. It was amazing to me that he was even able to move.

  “Thanks, Doc,” Chase said as he started to unhook himself and move to stand up.

  “Just a minute, Chase. I’d really like you to stay here overnight just to make sure everything is alright. Your oxygen saturation is really low, and we need to get you some pain medications that won’t reduce your respirations.”

  “You’re just trying to get me to stay because you know my father.”

  “Yes, I know your dad, but that’s not why I think you should stay. You could stop breathing, with the combination of pain medication and your low oxygen rate. I can’t let you leave, Chase.”

  “So, I won’t take pain medication. Problem solved.”

  Chase continued to stand up and grabbed his shirt and started to put it back on.

  “Is there any medication you would feel comfortable with him taking? I am a nurse, I could check his respirations if needed.”

  “The problem will be when he is sleeping. So, no, I can’t give much for the pain. I could give some Toradol. That would be about it.”

  “I’ll take it,” Chase said as he continued to get dressed.

  “Toradol won’t have any side effects?” I asked the doctor.

  “It’s safe, but it won’t take away much of the pain. You can also give him ibuprofen. But they are nothing like the pain relief he could get from narcotics.”

  “I’ll be fine, let’s just get going.”

  Chase had finished putting on his clothes and was standing and ready to go. There wasn’t anything that was going to convince him to stay in that hospital overnight. I could see it in his eyes.

  “I’ll get you a prescription for the Toradol.”

  My eyes stayed glued on Chase, as we sat and waited for the prescription so we could leave. I didn’t know what to do. He was obviously in over his head with whoever these men were, but he still hadn’t told me a single thing about what was going on.

  As we drove home, I still needed Chase to tell me where to turn and how to get there. I did notice a grocery store close to his house, though, and I thought I could take his prescription there to get it filled.

  “So, do you want to tell me what is going on?” I asked.

  “Maybe after we get my pain medication?”

  I could tell Chase was in a lot of pain, and I hoped the Toradol would be useful at least a little bit for him.

  “I’ll drop you off and get you settled, then I can go get your medicine. Will they let me pick it up for you?”

  “Yes, I’ll call the pharmacy. It’s that store we just passed.”

  I felt Chase moan in pain as I walked with him into the house. I had never seen a man in so much pain before, and I couldn’t help but feel for him. Since my nursing school graduation, I had been relegated to taking blood vital signs mostly. He was a strong guy who didn’t look like much could make him wince, but broken ribs certainly did.

  “Do you need anything else from the store?” I asked as I settled him into his bed.

  “Ice cream and vodka,” he laughed.

  “Deal.”

  “Get in my wallet and grab some cash,” he said as he pointed to his dresser.

  His wallet was filled with money, so I just grabbed a couple of twenties and headed out to the store.

  It was a huge building. Bigger than any grocery store I had ever seen, but I was prepared for what I was going to see.
I had watched so many American television shows, it was hard not to know about the giant grocery stores that populated the country.

  At least, I thought I was prepared, until I got inside the front door and saw over twenty aisles of food. It was amazing. My mouth literally dropped open as I looked at all the choices. Everything had several options. You could choose from eight different kinds of chicken soup!

  I walked up and down the aisles for at least twenty minutes, looking at all the food and trying to make some decisions about what I should buy. I had never been faced with such a wide array of food choices – I instantly saw why Americans were overweight. I suspected I would be too in a very short time.

  “You look overwhelmed,” a young woman said as she stood next to me in the ice cream aisle.

  “I am,” I laughed. “I’ve never seen so much ice cream in my life.”

  “You’re not from around here, are you?” she asked with a smile.

  “No, I’m from Europe.”

  It was easier to just say Europe than it was to try and describe exactly where it was that I was from. No one ever thought I was telling the truth when I said I was from a country called Liechtenstein.

  “Hi, I’m Salina. My boyfriend Salvador is around here somewhere. We are pretty new in town ourselves.”

  “It’s nice to meet you. I’m Jordan.”

  “I’d go with the cookie dough if it was up to me. It’s my favorite.”

  I reached in and grabbed the container of cookie dough ice cream. I had no idea which one to try, so her suggestion was just what I needed to make a decision.

  “Thanks. My friend is sick and I’m just getting some stuff for him.”

  “Oh, I know how that goes. I’m always taking care of my sick friends.”

  “There you are, I’ve been looking all over for you,” a man said from the end of the aisle.

  “Sorry, Salvador. I got distracted by the ice cream,” Salina said.

  The two of them hugged, and I started to walk away.

  “Jordan, can I get your number? I don’t have any girlfriends in the area. I’d love to hang out sometime or something,” Salina said.

  “I don’t actually know my number,” I laughed as I pulled the cell phone Chase had given me out of my pocket. “Just a second.”

  I looked through the phone and tried to figure it out before Salina just dialed her number from my phone, instead.

  “There, now I have your number and you have mine. Give me a call sometime and we can get to know each other more.”

  “Okay, I’ll do that. Have a great day.”

  Salina was really nice, and I was kind of excited about the idea that I had made a new friend. It was much easier than I thought it was going to be to make friends in America.

  I gathered up the groceries and picked up Chase’s medicine and then headed back to his house. Hopefully, the combination of medication and ice cream would have him feeling well enough that he could actually tell me what the heck was going on.

  I was surprised I had remembered how to get back to the house. My anxiety over driving in America was overwhelming, and I really didn’t like it. There were far more people in Atlanta than there were in my entire country.

  As I walked into the house, I made my way back to Chase’s bedroom and sat down on the bed next to him. I needed to know what was going on. I wasn’t about to put myself in danger and not at least know the details of that danger.

  “So, let’s talk,” I said to him.

  “It’s nothing too crazy. I just owe a guy money.”

  “And, how does all of this play into you wanting to get married?”

  Chase rolled his eyes, and I could tell he didn’t want to tell me everything. But I needed to know more if I was going to stay around. There were just too many questions. And with people shooting guns and breaking ribs, I needed to know more.

  “If I take over my father’s company, then I will have access to the money I need to pay Escabar back.”

  “This Escabar, is he the one you stole the black book from?”

  “Yes. It was a stupid mistake. I thought I could ensure my safety with it.”

  “Was Escabar the one who came over here and broke your ribs?”

  “No. It was his guys, though. I managed to convince them I didn’t have the book. But eventually, they will figure it out and come back for me. I really don’t know what to do. Maybe you should just leave so you aren’t here when they come back for me.

  “So, you’re just going to sit around here and wait for them to come back for you?”

  I didn’t really know what the right thing to do was, but sitting around his house waiting for them to come back seemed like a really bad idea. I had watched a lot of American crime television, and the very least we could do was go to the FBI or run from the area.

  “Why not just tell your father about your money trouble?” I asked.

  “My father would never let me take over the company. He thinks I’m too impulsive and bad at making decisions.”

  I couldn’t help but smile. His father sure seemed right about Chase. Everything I was hearing seemed to back that up.

  “I think we need to get you out of here so you can heal this weekend,” I said as I let my hand grab his.

  He was so vulnerable, and I couldn’t just leave him like that. I wanted to help him. I decided I would stick around long enough to get him through this mess, and then I could move on afterward if I decided things were not working out.

  The problem I was having was that Chase was so damn cute. Even lying in bed, he had this charisma about him that made me want to kiss him. My body was so drawn to him; I couldn’t stop thinking about the previous night and just how much pleasure he and I had delivered to each other.

  “You are right about getting out of here. My brother has a house just outside of town. He’s traveling for the next few months. We could go out there, for now. Do you think you are up to driving?”

  I liked seeing his mind swarming with ideas. That was the Chase I liked the most. He wasn’t going to just lay back and let things go down the way that Escabar guy wanted them to. He was going to fight.

  “You’ll need to show up to work on Monday and all week if you want to keep building your father’s trust. That means you’re going to need to stay in bed and not move all weekend long,” I said firmly.

  “Get me to his house, and I’ll stay in bed all weekend. I can’t guarantee I won’t move, though,” he said as his hand traced my inner thigh.

  “How can you even think about sex when you are in so much pain?” I laughed.

  “I never stop thinking about you and sex,” he smiled.

  “Okay. Let me gather our things and get the car loaded up, and then I’ll get us out to the house.”

  “By the way, what took so long at the store? Did you get lost?” he asked.

  “It was a pretty big store. But no, I met a nice woman and her boyfriend and started talking to them. They were new to the area also. It was nice.”

  Chase looked very worried at what I said, and I couldn’t figure out why. It wasn’t like I brought some strangers home or anything. I really hoped he wasn’t one of those guys who didn’t want his woman to have any of her own friends. That wasn’t going to work very well for me at all.

  “Be careful, Jordan. Escabar is a sneaky guy. He could have people anywhere.”

  “Chase, come on. How would they even know to talk to me? Escabar doesn’t have any idea who I am.”

  “Jordan, I know these people. They would figure out a way. Let’s just not make any new friends right now. We can work on the friend thing after we get through this.”

  “Fine, but I think you're paranoid.”

  My original idea that Chase was the perfect guy was slowly melting away. He had gotten himself in a whole heap of trouble and now I was exposed to it, as well. But deep down, I was just happy that he wasn’t some sort of sex trafficker who was going to try and sell me off. I still was extremely attracted to him, and I
was prepared to help him out and see if we could get through the mess he had gotten himself into.

  With the car loaded full of groceries and belongings, we made our way toward his brother’s cabin. Chase made a point to have me turn random directions and backtrack to make sure no one was following us.

  “My brother, Nathan, would really love you. It’s a good thing he isn’t here,” Chase laughed.

  “Why do you say that?”

  “He travels around the world picking up beautiful women from faraway lands.”

  I couldn’t help but laugh.

  “He sounds like a Disney movie character.”

  “Oh, he’s certainly not for Disney. He works as a private contractor protecting famous people. He’s a little rough around the edges for Disney.”

  We continued our drive and pulled down a dirt road in the middle of the woods. I seriously doubted Escabar or his guys would be able to find us at all. I could hardly find the place, and Chase was giving me turn-by-turn directions.

  “Why does your brother live in the middle of nowhere?”

  “He’s got some bad PTSD from his military time. He likes the quiet of it out here when he isn’t working.”

  “Does he look like you?” I wondered.

  “Nope. He’s like twice my size and all muscle.”

  “Mmmm, do you have any pictures of him?” I said with a smile.

  “Oh, no. I’m not introducing you two. I’m keeping you for myself.”

  Chase reached over and grabbed my thigh as we pulled in front of his brother’s cabin. I placed the car into park and then leaned over to kiss him. I couldn’t resist him. Everything about the situation told me I should walk away, but I had never had that kind of connection with a man before, and I wasn’t about to just give it up like that.

  “Ouch, oooh,” he said as he tried to turn in his seat to keep kissing me.

  “I guess I should stop making out with my patient and get you inside,” I said as I got out of the car.

  By the time I had reached the other side of the vehicle, he was out of the car and standing next to it. He grabbed me and pulled me up against him as he let his body rest against the car.

  “Oh, someone has more energy than I thought,” I said.

  “Yes, I think my whole body has lots of energy.”