The Billionaire's Baby

16| Delilah

I begin slowly, removing his coat, starting with his right arm. I lean over him, my chest nearly touching his, and his lips are inches from my face. It's so silent, his breaths echo in my ear. They're ragged and deep and it makes my knees weak.

Once his coat is off, I move on to his jacket. I freeze for a second before taking it by the front. I try my best to stay calm but I doubt the red tint in my face will be able to go away any time soon.

I'm eventually left with his shirt and I have to take a big breath when I begin with the buttons. I know he's looking at me, observing everything I do to him. I put all my focus on unbuttoning his shirt so this situation doesn't last longer than it needs to.

As I undo the buttons and his shirt parts, his defined chest is revealed, as well as sections of what seems to be a tattoo over his heart area.

I'm just helping him because he got wounded... just helping him—

Jesus Christ.

"I'm going to remove your shirt, Mr Riccardo," I blurt out.

Bitch— the fuck?! You're already halfway!

"Okay," He says in a nonchalant tone.

I lift his shot arm slowly and slide the shirt off with ease. The shirt is so crisp that I'm worried to crease it so I lay it over his lap gently.

I get up to look for anything I could use to treat him. Luckily, we're hiding in a medical storeroom so there are boxes with bandages and band aids.

"A band aid definitely won't work," I joke under my breath.

I take the box of bandages, a box of cotton balls, saline solution and a wound disinfectant.

I open the box of cotton balls and wound disinfectant as I bend down next to him. He keeps his eyes glued on me, and he won't even try to hide it.

"This is a wound disinfectant," I say to him, showing him the bottle. "You don't have any skin allergies, do you?"

He shakes his head and stays silent.

I then wet the cotton ball with the liquid and begin my work, trying my best to ignore his muscles.

How often does this guy work out? Jesus Christ.

You and me both, sister.

"Delilah," He speaks, and I jump in surprise.

My eyes are wide and I hold my arms back, meeting his gaze. "Y-yes?"

"If you hate me so much, why are you helping me?" He asks with a tint of disappointment in his tone.

His eyes are pleading for an answer, but I don't think I can give him the answer he wants. I break the eye contact and reach for the bandages. I open the box and unroll one of the bandages.

I inhale before giving him an answer. "It's my duty as a nurse to help anyone who needs medical attention, Mr Riccardo," I answer him in a stern tone.

I continue with my work, wrapping the bandage around his arm with caution. When I'm finished, I double check everything to make sure the bandage is secure and then finally sit back.

"I wasn't able to take the bullet out because it needs to be surgically removed, but I was able to secure it and disinfect the wound. The saline solution should've eased the pain a little," I reach over him to get the bottles and boxes.

"Is there still a lot of pain, Mr Riccardo?" I ask as I'm leaning over him; a situation I wanted to avoid.

I don't hear anything from him and shoot straight up, but my elbow accidentally knocks his bicep. He lets out a groan but grits his teeth as he tries to hold the scream in.