Madison Hart fights to keep her engagement to billionaire Jace Harrison, who questions her investment. The world of fame surrounding her intensifies. Jace's ex girlfriends test Maddy, so does his family. A spotlight of negativity is on her, yet ever...
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I spy the hospital three blocks away, wondering which floor she's on. The red light slugs. Traffic is an endless nightmare stretching far as the eye can see. I get a text from the model:
Pay me. That wasn't free! This bitch has horrible timing.
Me: later
Model: No, now! You wasted my service. I want payment and 5% interest.
Me: 5% interest??
Model: Yes...you signed the contract; clause 5 states an interest charge if sex is terminated.
I glower at the phone, then pocket it. I'll deal with that later. My sight goes back to the brown building, scanning the windows. She's too dynamic to be in a place like this. Too energetic. I can't picture her in a white bed hooked to machines. The fear she must be feeling...the pain. I hope the meds are strong to numb her.
The cars ahead inch up little by little. The light is green, but bastards are still going slow. I honk to express my impatience. "I should have flown..." My car phone vibrates the dashboard. "Answer," I speak to it.
The shudder halts. "Hello, sir."
"What is it, Dorian?"
"The EXPO showcase requires your review and approval."
"Just pass everything through!" I snap, maneuvering my beast past a car, cutting it off from a right-lane switch.
"Sorry, sir, but that's unauthorized. I don't have the clearance."
"I'm not near the lab."
"I'll await your arrival then, sir."
Damn it...that'll take up the whole day. I'd like to see Madison...but duty calls. The light is red again. I stop at the crosswalk and huff. My gaze returns to the hospital windows. Madison has to be out of it. Drugged and resting. I could visit when she's better. When she knows I'm there. That would be best.
"I'm on the way." When I have the light, I bust a U-turn and race from Dignity Health. I can't help but peer at it through the rearview mirror. Uncertain about the choice of parting ways with the building. There's anxiety. Why? I don't understand...there's something else. An odd sensation. But what? I can't identify it exactly. All I can do is guess the feeling has to do with my nerves.
I would still like eyes on her. I could assign someone to relay her progress. I locate my informant in my contacts: Christine. A doctor I hired to report on my sister after a bombing scare. It was a close one...plastic surgery was needed for skin grafting.
Me: Dignity Health. Madison Hart.
That's better...but still, I want to do more. Something to let her know I care. Something sweet to make up for not seeing her sooner.
