His to Keep

Ch. 6: The Doctor

Sutton

I have no idea how Nicolai plans on getting me out of this apartment because as of right now, Jason has himself shoved so far up my ass that I'm considering charging him rent.

"Do you need anything, princess?"

I hold back the sigh that nearly escapes me and tuck my lips between my teeth before turning toward him, pausing the fifth episode of Bridgerton I've watched today.

"No, Jay. I'm fine. I was fine thirty minutes ago when you asked too," I say with a smirk.

He holds his hands up in front of him and backs away, lifting his shoulders in a shrug. "Sorry, just wanting to make sure you're okay. I know you were pretty sick last night."

Despite everything, a little seed of guilt burrows into my chest. "No, no, I'm sorry, Jason. You're sweet to check on me. I'm still feeling nauseous but I'm a little better than I was a few hours ago. Still have no appetite, though."

It's a lie, but also the truth. I'm not exactly ill, per se, but I do feel pretty sick to my stomach over everything I learned from Nicolai last night about Ezra...not to mention the note I found in the ledger.

Jason steps back into my space and leans over, pressing a kiss to my forehead. "All right. I'm going to my office to get some work done. Yell if you need me."

"Will do," I say, clicking Play on the remote as he flashes me a smile and walks down the hallway.

I blow out a breath and lean back against the couch, staring at the ceiling as the show plays in the background. I wish I could get out of here. I haven't heard from Nicolai yet today. I guess his plan to meet up didn't work out. I can't blame him. It was a long shot anyway, trying to get me out from under Jason's thumb.

My phone dings and I snatch it off the couch next to me, trying not to be disappointed when I see it's Dom instead of Nicolai (or Kayla, as I renamed him in my phone, just to be safe).

Hey, what are you doing?

I type out a quick response, hoping she has good news...like she wants to hang out with me on her day off.

Nothing, just watching Bridgerton for the third time. You?

Coming to pick you up for your doctor's appointment.

My eyebrows furrow in the center of my forehead.

Doctor's appointment? I don't have a doctor's appointment today.

Yes you do. You're sick, are you not? You threw up last night, were sick to your stomach...so I took the liberty of making you an appointment.

How did she...oh. A slow smile spreads over my face when I realize what's going on here.

Of course, yes. I feel just terrible. I might have norovirus or some awful case of food poisoning.

Okay, okay, Sutton, you can lay off the drama.

I chuckle and get to my feet as I answer.

Thank you, Dom. More than you know.

Pushing my phone into the pocket of my pajama pants, I walk to Jason's office and stick my head inside. "Hey."

"Hey, princess, you could have just yelled, I'd have come to you," he says, glancing up from his laptop.

"I know, but Dom just texted and told me she made me a doctor's appointment. She said she was worried about me and wants to make sure I don't need any medicine or anything."