When They have Heart and Money

Connections

When I opened my eyes, I realised that I was in a different yet familiar environment. I was in his room. I got panicked and looked at my clothes. I was wearing a.. Sweatshirt? I was covered with a duvet to keep me warm.

Events from the night came flashing back in my mind and I realised I had fallen asleep here. I looked at the clock. It showed 4:46 am.

I've been sleeping for straight 8 hours???

I looked around the room for the bodyguard but he was nowhere in sight and my leg was plastered.

There wasn't a plaster before.

I was about to rise from the bed when I heard the door unlock and he soon appeared in sight. His white t shirt was contrasting brightly with his skin.

"You're awake?"

I nodded.

"How do you feel?"

"Better."

He sat down on the bed beside me, shifting closer. I watched his every move.

What is he going to do?

I shifted uncomfortably in my place, unaware of his motive. He lifted his hand and placed it on my forehead.

He smiled, "You've no fever now."

Did I have one last night?

"Did you plaster my leg?" I asked him out of curiosity.

"No. The doctor did."

"Doctor?"

"Yeah."

He continued to gaze intently at me. I was startled. It felt like I was excited, nervous, afraid and ready to run.

With a broken leg. Right.

My stomach growled lowly.

I was embarrassed infront of him. The fact that he had seen me naked was making me shy even more.

"I'll get you something to eat."

"No I'm not that hungry," my voice trailed away.

He smirked and called the room service and ordered some scrambled eggs and a glass of milk.

Am I a baby?

"Can I ask your name?" I questioned.

"Alex," he said.

I smiled at him.

He has a beautiful name. Just like him.

He soon returned with the food and placed it infront of me.

"What about you?" I asked him.

"I don't have an appetite."

Hearing this, I was a little embarrassed from eating it by myself.

Before I could think of anything else, he picked up the knife, elegantly cut a part of the dish and brought the fork near my mouth. I kept staring at his brown eyes. His eyebrows rose in question and I shook my head in nothing.

I ate the food and then he handed me the glass of milk to drink. I slowly sipped the milk as he waited impatiently for me to finish. Once I was done, he took the plate along with the empty glass and put them on the coffee table.

"Sleep more. There's still time in sunrise."

"You don't have to go do your job?" I curiously asked him. His face brightened for some reason.

"No," He said with a chuckle. "My boss is very generous."

"Really?"

"Yeah," he said, the smile still evident on his face.