The Billion Dollar Heir

Chapter 16 - Kiss

Chapter 16

Brooklyn's Pov

"What happened to her?" I hear Nicholas' voice as I come around, my head bobbing up and down in time to Blake's strides.

"Nothing." Blake's voice vibrates through me.

"Then why are you carrying her?"

I come to in his arms, and then writhe to free myself. "I can walk." I snap.

But Blake just flips me a glare and tightens his hold. "Stay where you are Brooklyn."

"Hi Nicholas." I snap my head up, smiling sweetly at him. This not a good position right now.

Nicholas glances up and down at me. "What happened to your shoes?"

"She fell down no thanks to you."

I look at him with disbelief, now this is just going to prove his point that I can't handle heels anymore. "Put me down Blake."

"Didn't you hear her? She said put her down brother. I'll take care of her."

Blake steps back with me still in his hands. "I can take care of her, she doesn't need you. It is your fault that she's in this fucking mess in the first place."

Nicholas comes forward, looking a little furious. I glance back at Blake who is looking very menacing right now. I need to diffuse this bomb fast because I am the one who caused it.

"Nicholas its fine, Blake can help me." Choosing the latter because I'm quite sure that Blake is more likely to blow up than Nicholas if I tell him that Nicholas can help me, and because the first person I called was him. There's no other reasons, yep no other reason.

Nicholas didn't say anything, steeping aside for us to walk through. I see a small smile on his face as he looks at me and I smile apologetically at him. Blake being the arrogant jerk he is smiles a smug smile at his brother and proceeds to carry me to the lounge area, gently setting me down on the couch. He kneels down and checks my foot, massaging it lightly again. Honestly I can fall asleep with him doing that, it's very relaxing and comforting.

"Wait here." He commands softly soon returning with a plump pillow, putting it on the very expensive looking coffee table. He grabs my ankle gently, placing it on top of the table and left again.

Seeing that he hasn't in return yet, defiantly I pulled my leg down from the table. This table definitely doesn't look like it was made for a foot to be put there.

"What are you doing?" His voice booms across the room, making me jump and turn back to look at him. With a few short strides, Blake walked over quickly, two ice packs in his hand, an angry look on plastered all over his face. "Your ankle needs elevation." He states, lifting my leg to the table top again. "What doctor are you? Shouldn't you know these kind of simple treatments?"

I rolled my eyes, ignoring him. Actually I do know how to take care of a twisted ankle but he didn't really give me a chance to do it by myself, clearing knowing what to do very well. "You seem to have a lot of knowledge on this. Where did you learn it from?" I ask him as he secures the ice pack on my ankle.

"Simple sports knowledge, learnt about it a lot when I hurt myself while doing some sports."

"What kind of sports do you do?"

"Boxing, Ice Hockey, Snowboarding, running and swimming."

Color me surprised, who knew a guy like him could do so many things. I always pictured him as the guy who only knows how to stay lock up in his office to work. Well that's not entirely true, I know that he does use the Salmon ladder very well, and that he runs in the morning.