My heart was pumping loudly, the blood whooshing in my ears as I stared at the closed door, hoping he would look in the
bedroom, see it was empty, and leave.
Instead, a blood–curdling scream ripped from my throat as the closet door was thrown open to show a large figure in the
doorway
“Ms. Evans? Ms. Evans, are you okay?” The man yelled on the other side of my phone, and I gripped it to my
ny chest catch my breath. Oddly enough, Brinley didn’t react to my scream, but that only made me even more worried.
as I tried to
Alexander rushed into the closet, grabbing me by the shoulders and pulling me and Brinley up with ease as he glanced between my eyes. “What happened? Are you alright?”
“What happened? You happened! What are you doing, bursting in here like that? You gave me a heart attack.” I scolded, moving forward a step with each jab of my finger into his chest
Alex moved back, stepping
na with m
me until we stood in the bedroom again
“What?” He asked, looking genuinely confused. “What are you talking about? What happened in here? I heard crying long before I came inside. I was worried something was wrong”
“She’s a toddler, and she’s sick! Of course, she’s going to cry! That doesn’t mean that you get to just barge into the house
whenever you want!” I shouted back, knowing I was being irrational
He had every right to come inside. It wasn’t my house. It was Ben’s, and my brother had given him a key for a reason. Plus, it wasn’t like Alex was coming in to throw wild parties while Ben was out of town.
He heard Brinley crying and came in like a knight in shining armor, ready for battle, wanting to protect her.
It was sweet. It was kind
It was infuriating
For the briefest of moments, when I realized it was Alexander instead of Caleb, I felt relieved and safe, and I resented that his
presence had made me feel anything.
“I’m sorry.” He said, lifting his hands and drawing my attention to the grocery store bag he was holding. Did men as rich as him even go to the store themselves? Didn’t they just have their assistant or secretary do it for them? “I saw the kid’s medicine sitting on the counter last night and figured you might have needed it since it had been out”
I eyed the bag suspiciously. It was large and bulky, stuffed full. “That’s Tylenol?”
Alexander’s cheeks turned pink, and I felt myself start to relax. “Well, I didn’t know what flavor she liked.”
“So, you got them all?” I asked, gesturing to the bag with my hand. The screen lit up, and I gasped, realizing I still had Mr. Collins waiting on my phone.
“Mr. Collins, I am so sorry about that,” I said, lifting it to my ear and making Alex’s eyebrows raise as he smirked in
amusement
“That’s quite alright. Are you okay? Do you need me to call the police?” He spoke quietly and slowly, sounding concerned
“No, I’m fine. I am so sorry about that. Where were we?”
“I was asking if you could come down and sign the papers today” Mr. Collins said, and I nodded absentmindedly as I watched Alex pour the bag of medicine on the bed, turning the boxes one by one so the front was facing up and I could see what
flavors he had gotten
“Of course. If you can provide me with your address, I’ll be happy to stop by today to sign them.” I said, pointing to the strawberry–flavored children’s Tylenol that I had only ever been able to find at the drug store, not from the grocery store
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listed on the plastic bag.
Had he gone to multiple stores to make sure he had every flavor possible?
“You had also asked how much it was.” Mr. Collins reminded me.
“Right. How much was it?”
“Your brother is gifting you two million, Ms. Evans.”
Ashley Breanne
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