Restart (A Billionaire Story)

11: Stay

"Okay, welll I'm home nooow.." I mumbled as I kicked my shoes off and looked at Mr Greenfield. "You can leave no-" I started but stopped myself as I felt a wave of nausea come over me, my giggly drunkness now turning into purely feeling like shit. "I'll be right back" I mumbled quickly as I basically sprinted to the bathroom, almost tripping over my shoes in the process. I sunk down to my knees and started to throw up into the toilet heavily.

I suddenly felt a hand on my back and took a deep breath as I seemed to be done, for now.
"Please leave...it's already embarassing enough" I mumbled as I flushed the toilet and sat down, leaning my back and head against the wall. Mr. Greenfield then got up and I sighed as he walked away.

To my surprise he came back only moments later, holding a glass of water in his hand. "Here drink something" he told me as he handed it to me and crouched down beside me. "Thanks" I mumbled and took a few sips.

I felt like literal trash righ now. My whole body was sore, especially my throat and stomach. My head was hurting and I was starting to get really cold again, my whole body shaking as well. This always happens when I throw up. "I...hate throwing up...so much" I whined and sighed deeply. When I started to feel more and more sick again, I looked at Mr. Greenfield. "Leave...you don't have to do this. I'm f-fine" I told him but instead of just leaving, he went and held my hair back when the nausea took over again and I started to vomit my guts out once more.

"Let's get you into bed" He then said softly and helped me up as I flushed the toilet and then quickly went to brush my teeth. When I was done, he wrapped his arm around my waist and helped me make my way to the bedroom. I was starting to get really tired now, so I leaned my whole body against his as he led me to my bed. Once he let go of me, I just let myself fall down onto my back and closed my eyes.

"Steffi. You shold change. There's some...uhm stuff on your shirt" Mr. Greenfield then said, referring to the vomit on my top. "Mhm.." I just mumbled and kept my eyes closed, not moving a muscle for a moment. I was just too drunk, exhausted and tired to bother. I then turned a little and felt uncomfortable, since I was still in my tight skinny jeans. I groaned in annoyance and unbuttoned them, before pulling them off my legs. I then proceeded to take off my shirt but was too clumsy to get it over my head, the straps getting tangled around one of my arms. I groaned once more and just stayed like that, too exhausted to bother and try some more, my shirt still half up and kinda stuck.

"Uhm do you need some help?" Mr. Greenfield then asked me and I nodded, already half asleep. For a moment I kind of forgot that he was still there. I felt his hands brush over my skin as he helped me pull my top off. He then put the covers over my body and I just cuddled up into them, still shivering a little. "I guess I'll see you on Monday" he mumbled and I opened my eyes slightly.

"Stay" I whispered as I reached for his hand.
"You don't know what you're saying. You're drunk and pretty much asleep already" Mr. Greenfield stated and shook his head. "Pleeease" I mumbled and bit my lip as I looked at him. "I'm sooo cold... and lonely" I said quietly, not really fully aware of what I was telling him. Mr. Greenfield then sighed and took off his shoes, before sitting down on my bed next to me. I closed my eyes again and my breathing started to get slower as I turned around and cuddled up to him a little, soon falling into a deep sleep.

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So this is a short one but I just felt like ending it there.
Tell me what you think. What will happen in the morning?
Sorry for not updating in two days but I've been quite busy. I will try my best to keep posting regularly.

xx Steffi