He Wants Me

Chapter: seven

"W-wait how many shots do I have to get?" The words escape me, and both Lincoln's and the private doctor's eyes shift to me.

"Well, you have to get seven, but that's only because your immunization shots aren't up to date." The doctor who's name is Jacobi fills me in.

"O-oh okay, cool." I whisper and Lincoln gives me a disbelieving look. "Don't tell me you're afraid of needles too." Ever since I stepped foot on this yacht, he's been a complete douche for no reason.

"No, I'm not. I'm not a fan of pain, no one wants to be hurt you know." My reply is sassy and snarky, causing him to glare at me. . .or pass me. Turning around I catch the doctor staring at my uh—butt.

"E-excuse me." I stutter, my skin flaming the brightest of red. "You, hurry the fuck up and do your job! When he's done, meet me up on the deck. Don't fuck this up Jacobi." He sneers, making his handsome features appear unattractive.

"Don't do that, it makes you look ugly." I gasp and cover my mouth, he on the other hand smirks at me.

"So you think I'm cute?" He ask and I scrunch my nose. "Well not in particular." I say, and try to make him understand once his smirk drops. "No, no I mean you're handsome. Cute is meant for babies, not a grown man." He only gives me that slight lift of his lips, before he's frowning again.

"Thanks for the explanation Caleb, don't hurt him." He points behind me and then to me, an impassive look set in place.

"I won't, I know what I'm doing Lincoln. I've been your private doctor for years now." Jacobi answers and Lincoln tilts his head. "That can always change, besides—" his stare flickers to me. ", not everything is set in stone. Times a ticking, get to work."

I stare confused at the vacant spot where he was just standing. "He's such a confusing person." I mumble and Jacobi chuckles, no doubt his eyes twinkling.

I turn around fully to watch him prepare the needles and other equipment. "Always has been Mr. White. He was very shy as a kid, but could be damn demanding." I raise an eyebrow, no doubt my face full of disbelief.

"He, the person up on deck, Lincoln shy? Ah ha, no way. He's always so confident and sure of himself." I mumble out, and stare as he approaches me with an alcohol swab and the first needle.

"Yeah, he has to be, to be able to run an entire enterprise by himself. Of course he has boards of directors and sorts, but he's very dedicated to his job."

My eyes widen in surprise and in wonder. "Wow, that must take loads of time, yeah?" He shrugs his shoulders. "Yeah I guess. You should know, you work for him." I laugh and wince a little as he inserts the needle into my skin.

"Yeah, well I just assumed that he did what ever he wanted. I know he's dedicated but I didn't know that he did most of it by himself." I say and Jacobi smirks.

"Never assume Caleb, he worked for everything in his life. He's not your typical trust fund baby, that was handed down his entire establishment. His parents were regular people, still are just like him."

I nod in understanding. "Can I ask you a question?" I ask and he smiles, his straight teeth nearly blinding me by their whiteness. He was so good looking, but I just couldn't help comparing him to Lincoln.

Which, Lincoln won hands down. He was handsome hell even beautiful. "You just did." I frown and he smoothes the wrinkles out of my forehead. "You shouldn't do that, you don't want wrinkles. Not that it would mess up your beauty."

I look away shyly. "Thank you." He grabs the last needle. "No problem, now what's that question?" He asks clearing his throat, the atmosphere around us slightly awkward.

"You know what, it doesn't even matter." He places a band-aid on the areas where I got the shots. "Of course it does now shoot." I nibble on my lip a little, my eyes focused on his.

"How do you know so much about him. I don't know that much and I've been working with him for two weeks, and the only thing I know about him is that he likes sour patch kids and that he's not too keen on ziti twice in a row." Jacobi laughs, grabbing ahold of his stomach.

"Yeah. . .he's not a very open person. I've known him all my life, that's how I know the lot that I do. Just stick around, you'll get to know him more. Like I said, he's a shy person. Alright you're all set, shall we?" He waves his hand in front of him and I smile.

"We shall, thanks for stabbing me seven times. I enjoyed it." I whisper and he smirks down at me. "Yeah no problem, I'm an expert at it." He replies, a second meaning behind his words. "Oh god you're so gross."

We both laugh, but Lincoln cuts us short once he comes into view. His face turned into a frown and as usual, he was being Mr. Grumpy pants. "I don't care if you have to fly it out to me, I want it now. Yes—uh huh. Alright see you there."

I raise and eyebrow and he does it back. "All done?" Jacobi nods, his head swiveling back to me. "Yes we are, I hope to see you again Caleb. Don't loose this one Linc, he's a keeper mate." I blush as Lincoln rolls his eyes.

"Just get off of my boat, tell your mother that I'll visit soon. She knows that I'm busy, but she still insists that I meet up with her." He growls out, but his eyes show fondness. "Yeah, whatever I'll tell her you miss her happy. Don't make any babies over there in France guys. I'd never be a great uncle."

I gasp in mortification, my face lighting up a brilliant ruby color.

"Once again bye Jacobi!" I watch as my boss literally shoves his friend off onto the docks. "Never mind I take it back! Fuck til your hearts are content!" He screams as we begin to slowly drift away from the dock.

"So. . .that's your friend huh?" I ask, scratching the at the base of my arm. "Yes, unfortunately so, I apologize on his behalf. He can be really crude. . .no he's alway like that actually." Clapping his hands, he tilts his head.

"Follow me, even though we're on a boat, we still have work to do sadly. Now, I need help going over my merger plan. As you know Knights enterprises is planning to expand over the globe. We've already expanded to Nagasaki, Japan, next is Marseille, France." He fills me in on what's going on.

"So, what exactly are you affiliated with?" His bright blue eyes flick up to me, and then back to his paper. "Mostly security systems and such, but I'd like to expand my horizons. Get into much more. . .more hands on per say." I clench my hands together, as my stomach churns once again.

"Hey, are you alright?" Lincoln asks worriedly, and I nod my head. "Yeah, I think I just have a stomach ache. Nothing to worry about. Now what we—uh oh." I hop up and rush to the protective bar, before emptying the contents of my stomach into the ocean.

"Please—please tell me you don't get seasick?" His voice shakes a little, and I upchuck once more. "Fuck me." He growls, before coming over to rub up and down my back.

"It's okay, let it out." He mumbles and let it out I do. Darn it when did I eat gold fish? "Hey, yeah it's Lincoln. I need a bucket, bottles of ginger ale and crackers. Oh get the chef to make some soup please." He grumbles into the phone, before hanging up.

"Are you finished?" He asks softly and I nod my head, a thin sheet of sweat covering my body. "Can you walk?" I swallow roughly before trying to take a step forward, which leads me face down on the deck.

"Shit sorry, I tried to catch you." He sighs as he picks me up like a infant, without any strain. "Sorry about this." I mumble and he shakes his head. "No need, you didn't know. We'll handle business when we deport. It'll be just a minor set back, but I believe we can do it. Now get some sleep." He whispers and I can't help but to think that he dropped a kiss on my forehead.

Or it could be my mind playing tricks on me, but I'll just believe for now.

{Merry Christmas ppl 🎅🏼}