His Absolute Insistence: A Scandalous Billionaire Love Story (Jessika, #2) Read Online Free PDF

even more anxious than me.
    "Yes," I said, giving him a slight nod.
    "Alright.  Let's go.  I'll call you soon.  Everything will be fine.  Don't worry."
    "I won't," I said.  I would try not to worry a lot, at least.  I didn't think it was possible not to worry at all.
    ***
    A sher walked through the hospital quietly, listening to the sounds of business as usual.  Business here was much different than the business at Landseer Tower, though.  Some of the little differences surprised him.  A sharp buzz caught his attention as one of the phones began to ring.  The woman who picked it up, sitting behind a tall wall of a counter, didn't seem to notice all the sounds that seemed so out of place and abstract to him.
    A partly open door beeped softly.  The rustle and shuffling of feet and hospital clothes accompanied a doctor hurrying down the halls.  Asher's shoes clicked gently across the floor.
    He could hear more, though.  Even from here, a few floors up, the murmur of an anxious crowd awaited him.  It had ominous, almost darkened undertones to it, reminding him of rioters waiting to watch vigilante justice from a lynch mob.
    Truth be told, he shouldn't be doing this.  First off, Lucent was his Director of Public Relations, and while that mainly applied to company business, this current situation wasn't exactly outside the bounds of his job description.  Lucent would have done it if Asher asked him.  Of course, Lucent had problems of his own right now, so that wouldn't work.
    Before any of that, Asher really should have spoken with his lawyer, though.  Whatever he said during this impromptu interview could result in any number of worse situations.  Skewed information, misinterpretations.  Or, Asher simply might say the exact wrong thing at the wrong time.  He didn't have the opportunity to plan for this.  Typically if anyone interviewed him, he required a copy of the interview questions beforehand, and anything he and the interviewer spoke of outside the limitations of the questions was bound by a non-disclosure agreement he had them sign.  The interviewer could request permission to add pieces of information, but Asher wasn't obliged to give it.
    There were rules, protocol, lists and limitations, boundaries.  Everything was neat and tidy according to standards set forth to protect him and his company.  And to protect Jessika, too.  He didn't want to have to do all of that.  He didn't want to make something small and inconsequential into a huge ordeal.  He just wanted to run his business and give people a little bit of happiness in their lives, and to have happiness in his own, as well.
    Unfortunately, every action had consequences, even the supposed good ones.
    Asher didn't mind it.  He could deal with it well enough.  He had dealt with it fine in the past.  When they brought Jessika into it, he couldn't just stand by and follow the rules anymore.  He refused to do nothing.
    He couldn't do nothing.  He'd pulled her into his world when he married her.  He promised to honor and cherish her, through the good and the bad.  He would never break his promise to her.  He would never abandon her, or betray her, or do anything to hurt her.  He wouldn't let anyone else hurt her, either.
    Even the thought of it wasn't an option.
    ***
    I slipped out of the room after the nurse and waited for her to close the door behind us.  We decided to leave the lights on just in case someone wandered by.  Not that anyone could see into the room, but a small opaque window high up in the door showed some blurred inkling of the insides, and with the bright hospital lights shining above the bed it looked like someone might be there.  Or that's what I hoped.
    Actually, in all honesty, I hoped it didn't even matter.  I hoped no one came by, I hoped no one recognized me, and I hoped I made it to the door in the rear without incident.
    The nurse shivered and shook, looking more nervous than me.  Maybe that made sense.