Eliza's POV
"You need to stay for the tests, Miss Vance, your brother is out of danger but are you?" He asks me and I resist the urge to punch him hard on the face.
The hospital stands for all things terrible to me and even saving Nick's life could not make me feel otherwise.
I am walking out of the ward Nick is in and he is still fast asleep, the doctor says he woke up before falling back in slumber.
"Doctor Stevens, I am just coming from Turkey on express and I have been worried about my brother. I'm okay, I am perfectly alright, if I don't feel great I would tell you" I assure him, he has a worried look on his face still.
He is our only stable healthcare provider and I am more than pleased that Nick was brought in here.
"You have always been stubborn Eliza. I want to keep an eye on you, do not over stress yourself and try to rest, Nick is under care" he says softly and I smile.
"Thank you Doc."
He pats me affectionately on my arm and I leave the hospital.
My phone has gone off and I can't imagine how many times Lincoln will call me.
'He is in Turkey far away, he is handling business' I reassure myself as I head home.
My head hurts and I need rest, I didn't want to leave Nick alone, but I need the rest more than I can imagine.
I think of Lincoln again and my stomach does that triple flip thing, I miss him.
I don't know if the feeling Is lust but it better be.
I board a taxi to our apartment.
"Do you have a charger?" I ask the driver and he nods his head in the negative.
"I do not have a phone" he grunts and I feel sad for asking in the first place.
My thoughts stray to my domineering boss and I am excited and scared to talk to Lincoln.
He would be raging mad that I had left without telling him, but I find the tension and anticipation of my penalty exciting.
We get to my house and I pay him, he speeds off and I walk desolately into the house.
"Feels empty without you Nick, come home soon" I say to his clothes as I pass by his room.
I don't waste any time before I seek out a charger and plug my phone, I strip totally and go to sleep, shutting out my problems temporarily.
******
My dreams are interrupted by persistent sounds, it's similar to thunder clippings and a restless ocean.
I reluctantly get up and put on a robe, with nothing underneath me.
I walk to the front door like a drunken soldier and open it wide open, revealing an angry Lincoln.
I shut the door in shock but he uses his feet to hold it open.
"Linc…." I whisper as he stands in my apartment in all of his six feet glory.
I am frightened and turned on.
"Hello Eliza," he growls and I want to disappear into the earth.
This is sending all of the wrong messages.
I should not look so relaxed and dapper in my bathing robe but I guess I do, with the way his angry eyes are staring at me.
"Lincoln, I….shouldn't you be in Turkey?" I manage to say and his dark eyes descend on me, it is angry but my delusions allow me translate it to something a bit more like dark wanting.
"I should be in Turkey? Certainly. My incessant and well needed PA decided to ditch me barely one day in, how am i supposed to function when she is absent. Now I've lost a perfectly good merger plan because I was worried about you." He says lengthily and I suck in a breath.
What was he going to do to me now?
"It's complicated, let me explain." I start but he cuts me short.
"Whatever it is, it didn't require you leaving mid meetings, and now I will be forced to punish you." He says matter of factly and for the hundredth time in recent times, I wonder how I landed in his domain.
"I am sorry," I whisper, expecting a harsh kiss or even a threat of spanking.
He moves his head closer to me and allows his eye to stroll down my lips and to the slight opening of my robe, revealing my breasts.
I swallow as I see the want in his eye.
He looks at me and the angry expression is back again.
I rap the robe tighter around me and repeat a weak 'I'm sorry'
"I know you are, at least I know you would be." He says tugging my robe tightly on my body. "So I can keep an eye on you and know your movements. You are going to stay with me hence. It is not opened for discussion"
"What?!" I retort weakly. "What do you mean stay with you? I have a life and it doesn't revolve around you!" I argue
"What life? What life do you have? Tell me, do you have a man in there that I'm not aware of?" He asks and I gasp, he walks past me and goes into my room.
I follow him running closely behind him.
"I cannot stay with you! I have my brother to take care of" I argue and his brow raises suspiciously.
He looks out of place in my matchbox bedroom.
"He is a grown man. At least old enough to have men ambush me, dimwit." He grounds and I know the moment he sights my travel bag that I used to Turkey.
"You can't possibly be serious about me staying with you! If people find out I can lose my whole career!" I cry out as he takes the bag and heads out.
"Oh I'm serious, I can't have my PA skipping flights and leaving me mid meetings. You still haven't told me why you left so abruptly" he is saying as he places the bag in the vehicle..
The sudden rage that courses through me is unexpected and shocking, even to me.
"My brother is sick! Okay? My brother is sick and almost died because it was that bad. I had to come over so they could go on with the treatment and I had to be there for him!" I snap and when he doesn't say anything, I continue.
"I understand you don't particularly like him but he's my brother and he does what he does because he loves me, if you're not okay with it, I'm not okay with you!"
"Well why didn't you say that?" He says finally and I avoid his gaze. "You should have said your foolish brother was sick and I would have understood, I mean, family first."
I scoff and fold my hands over my breast.
"You wouldn't, you always do what you want. You never listen to anyone."
"Well it's true, I'm pretty used to getting what I want" he agrees and his eyes land seductively on me.
"I know that " I scoff and try to pick up my bag from his car again but his hands hit mine and hold it down.
"Do you know what I want now?" He leans in and whispers in my ear.
I nod, swallowing like there is a lump in trying to get rid of.
"I want to take you right here and take you to my place after that," he says and I shiver in anticipation.
"You still want me to stay at your place?" I ask him warily.
I saw a move like this coming, he would always go to the extreme to prove his point or to make his territory.
"You don't have a choice in that..." he whispers and I recoil as his mouth touches the swell of my neck.
"How come? I'm not your doll" I argue weakly, I don't want to feel like I was under a spell when I'm with him.
"You are my employee," he counters and my eyes turn to slits.
"As your lover?" I ask him, my eyes widening.
"As my lover, you love the idea so much and you can't deny it." He mutters as his hands travel down the small of my back, touching and flirting.
"What happened in Turkey?." I say into his ear and he picks me up, I release a small yelp of surprise.
My brother is in the hospital. I remind myself as I was already having too much fun.
"…Stays in Turkey, now I'm only interested in punishing you for your impertinence. I am going to punish you greatly." He threatens and I melt, literally turning to a puddle of butter on his feet.
"I want that." I murmur against his back. Staring longingly at his 'great ass'.
The same one the girls at the reception always gossip about.
"You'll get that" he says as he takes me inside.
I anticipate the rounds and pleasure of love making with Mr Grey.