He Stares Back

Chap. 47: Yes, I Would Like The Company

* you know what's going on *

The storm had blown over, leaving the jungle humidity exhaustingly hot. Sunlight shines into the master bedroom. The billionaire is awaken from a chill due to the fans blowing air on him. He softly groans from the pain, his eyes slowly fluttering open. Sounds of toucans and howler monkeys echos into the bedroom. A small smile appears on Christian's handsome face.

Paradise. Christian smirks.

Boots scuffing the floor disturbs the billionaire. His brows furrow, his eyes cracking open. Conrad walks into the bedroom with a bottle of aspirin.

"Hey, Bossman." Conrad says with a worn smile, "It's time to take a few aspirin's for the morning. Do you feel any pain?"

Christian leans up, his arms propping himself up. A wave of unbearable pain waves over the billionaire. He cries out as he falls back down onto the bed.

"Shit!" Christian shouts, "Shit that hurts!"

"Do you remember what happened?" Conrad asks, lifting Christian's head to help him take his pills.

"No." Christian drinks the water Conrad had placed on the nightstand. "Where the frick am I?"

"You were shot twice." Conrad explains, "We had to send you to the secret island to recover."

Christian thinks for a few minutes. Secret island?

Then it dawns on him. "Emily? Emily! Where's Emily?"

"Relax bossman." Conrad smirks at him, "She's safe. She's taking a shower."

"Emily!" Christian's voice is weak, barely a whisper. "Emily, Baby!"

"Relax, Bossman." Conrad says soothingly, "She'll be out any minute. She waited up all night for you."

Emily stayed up all night for me? Poor Princess must be exhausted. Christian thinks, frowning.

Christian lays back, his eyes on the ceiling. Conrad leaves, closing the busted bedroom door. The billionaire's heart pounds at the thought of seeing his love again. Her tender sweet smile and kissable lips. To hold her in his arms again.

"Emily." Christian closes his eyes at the thought of her standing beside him.

Suddenly, a door squeaks. Christian's head turns towards the bathroom door, his eyes wide and heart pumping with adrenaline. The smell of cucumber soap with aloe extracts fills the room. A woman with nothing but a bath towel to cover her body walks out, a brush in her hand. She moves past the bed, not even glancing Christian's way. She goes to the open balcony, looking out as she brushes her hair.

        As the woman stands there, Christian notices little things about her. The way she has one foot hung behind the other. Her long, brunette hair that is a tangly mess. Her thin figure. Emily.

           "Emily." Christian says softly, smiling.

           The woman freezes. She slowly turns around. Her dark brown eyes look to Christian slowly, as if she had heard wrong. The brunette's eyes widen, her smile wider.

           "Christian!" Emily shouts happily.

           Emily rushes over to Christian. She starts to go to hug him but pauses. Tears fall the down the billionaire's face, his lips quivering. He reaches out for her embrace.