Page 62 of Saved By A Dark Billionaire
Leo:Thanks for being honest with me, Liv. Don't worry about me and get plenty of rest. You have your health to care for. I had fallen asleep shortly after getting his text, realizing I never responded. I woke up to him at my door with Chinese food and a smile, even after I had rejected him.
"Here you go," Leo said, handing me my large container of wonton soup.
"Thank you." I smiled up at him.
The container was nice and warm against my hands. I sniffed the soup, closing my eyes, and letting my mouth salivate. I sipped the broth first before eating the wontons. Leo ate beside me as we watched the scary movie I chose. I chose it remembering Leo once told me he liked to watch scary movies. I jumped a couple times, but somehow managed not to spill the hot soup on myself. Leo tried not to laugh at me whenever I would squeak.
"I think my new favorite thing is watching scary movies withyou," Leo laughed.
"Why?"
"Because you make it more entertaining with your jumps and squeals." He smirked at me as he leaned back against the foot of the couch. He'd been sitting on the floor while I sat on the couch. His long legs were spread out under the coffee table, and his back had been against the couch. He didn't sit far from me, but not too close, either.
"Whatever, I didn't jumpthatmuch," I said with a blush. I winced when the couch cushion poked my incision site. Leo sat up, looking at me, concerned.
"Do you need your pain medicine?" He asked.
"Yes, please."
He quickly got up, fetching my medicine from the kitchen counter with a small glass of water. I took them, needing to feel the relief from this throbbing pain. Leo held me carefully, picking me up as gently as he could and carrying me up to my bed. He laid me down, sitting beside me. He rubbed my back and arms until I was fully relaxed, but I wasn't sure if it was okay. I don't want to make him think I changed my mind. Is it okay for him to comfort me like this? Hailey would do this for me, but is it okay for Leo to do the same?
"What are you thinking about?" He asked me curiously.
"The rules of friendship," I muttered. He let out a loud laugh. I felt the heat of my embarrassment cross my face, turning even my ears red.
"Sorry, that was very random. Look, I understand you don't want me romantically. I am not going to push you into changing your mind. I am only here as your friend now. Honestly, I've rubbed Lucas like this before. There's no romantic intentions behind it. So don't worry, okay?"
"Okay," I whispered, as I hid half my face beneath the sheets.
"I'm going to go. Text me if you need anything okay?" He got off the bed, heading towards the stairs.
"Thank you, Leo. I am sorry if I hurt you."
"Sleep, Liv, get some rest. Don't worry about me, I'm fine." He smiled at me, but it didn't hold the same twinkle as before. I heard the front door close and knew I needed to go downstairs to lock the deadbolt. I sighed, too relaxed to want to move. I dragged my body off the warm bed, slumping my shoulder and dragging my feet down the stairs and towards the door. I felt like a real life zombie.
The medicine had only added to my fatigued state. After locking the door, I headed back up to my bed, remembering Lucas was up here earlier messing with things. I need to look around when I wake in the morning. My eyes are too asleep and fuzzy to see right. I plopped on my bed as I tucked myself in under the blanket. I fell asleep almost instantly.
The peek of orange sky from my window let me know it was past 8 already as I woke up. I was hoping to sleep in more, but I guess my body is ready to get upnow. I sat up on my bed, remembering to inspect my room for anything Lucas may have touched or left. As I scanned the room, everything looked to be in the right spot. It wasn't until I reached for my phone that I noticed the small envelope on my nightstand. It hadRose, written in neat cursive on the front.
I grabbed it, wondering if he was the one who wrote the name. I would be highly impressed if it was. I opened the small envelope to find a little invitation and a gift card inside.
You're invited to Sarah Phillips' birthday lunch this Sunday afternoon at 1. Please wear cocktail attire as we will eat on the terrace.
Who the hell is Sarah Phillips? And what's with the gift card? I turned the gift card around to find the name of a very expensive couture store. Was I meant to purchase cocktail attire from here? I sighed, already dreading the shopping trip. I know who to take with me, but I still don't want to go.
Olive:Who is Sarah Phillips?
I shot Lucas a text as I headed to the kitchen for my much needed caffeine dosage. I need to eat something before I take my pain medication again. My incision is itchy and throbbing today.
Lucas:I was beginning to wonder if you would notice the invite or not. Sarah Phillips is my mother. Her birthday is this Sunday, and she wanted to meet you. Lisa apparently told her about you. I wanted to send you a dress to wear, but I was curious to see what you would pick out for yourself. Happy shopping }?:?-?)
His little devil face emoji was accurate. I dread shopping with a passion.
Olive:You up for some shopping?
Hailey:Always!
She immediately responded, making me laugh.
