Because of Chivalry

Chapter Three

Holland Kinchen was not a man to be messed with. He grew up only knowing how to get his own way. His father, when sober, taught him how to fight. He never joined an actual team to learn the proper way to fight but he figured he was as good as the best.

After his father died Holland took the insurance money and bought a hospital. He spent a year doing renovations and when the hospital doors opened he basically became rich over night. 

A knock at the door tore him from a peaceful sleep. He rolled over and looked at the clock. Four in the morning. He was instantly angry. He pulled on a robe and went to the door. He ripped it open with a frown on his face.

"What do you want?"

"Holland we have to talk."

He looked at Hayllen's face and knew something was wrong. Her eyes were red and swollen and she looked miserable. 

Hayllen walked in and sat on the over stuffed, black, leacher chair. She waited for Holland to sit as well before she began.

"What is wrong Hayllen? It better be good at this time of the night."

Hayllen sighed. She looked at her boss. His tan, built body, deep green eyes, and blonde hair made her heart do flip flops in her chest.

"Hayllen! I asked you a question. What is wrong?"

She knew he was getting angry but she was scared to tell him what was on her mind. Finally she closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and just blurted it all out.

"I can't do this any more Holland. I just can't! Mr. Farefall has sat beside his wife for the last two months. When the door opens he has hope in his eyes. I can't stand to see that hope crushed one more time."

When she finished she held her breath and waited for Holland's wrath. Holland had known Hayllen would go soft on him. He just didn't plan on it being right now. Not when things were about to move forward. He needed her right now.

He took so long to answer that Hayllen looked over at him. He was just staring at the floor. She couldn't tell what he was thinking.

"Holland? Did you hear me? This plan of yours is evil and I want nothing more to do with it. Daton loves his wife so just leave them alone."

Holland stood up and grabbed Hayllen's hand. "My dear, sweet Hayllen. You are so beautiful and innocent. Why didn't I see before that you were too delicate to fulfill a job like this? I should have known better than to make you do all of the dirty work in my hospital."

He lifted her chin up to make her look into his eyes. "I'm sorry."

He let go of her hand and walked over to a cabinet and started messing with something. Hayllen was too busy calming down her racing heart to notice. He had touched her, held her hand. Then apologized! Maybe there was some good in him after all.

"Come here Hayllen. Let me hold you and show you that everything is going to be just fine."

Hayllen's heart was in overdrive. He wanted to comfort her. She jumped up and all but ran into his arms. He smelled wonderful. It was a mixture of peppermint, coconut, and tobacco. 

As she stood there in his embrace she couldn't help but think that if Holland would give her a chance she could show him how perfect they were for each other. First she had to make him stop thinking about Daton and his wife. 

She lifted her head to tell Holland what was on her mind when she felt something sting her arm. She looked up at Holland to see a malicious smile on his face. She pulled away from his grasp and looked down at her arm. Something had stung her.

Her heart started to race and she became so hot she started sweating. he turned to go get some water but the room started to spin. In seconds her legs gave out and she collapsed on the floor. She tried to keep her eyes open, tried to get up, but she felt so weak she couldn't do anything but cave in and slide into the darkness.

When she finally quit moving Holland took her to a room, laid her on the floor, and shut and locked the door. No way was he going to let Hayllen go free. SHe wasn't going to ruin his plans.