Chapter 9

NICHOLAS' P.O.V

'This is the worst mistake I've ever made in my life, like what the hell was that? It's true they are not many Gentlemen around, but I am, so I don't see why I shouldn't care about this lady. It's true she is a total stranger that just bumped into my Company, but there's this kind of chemistry that seems to flow between us.'

These thoughts kept on playing in my head the whole time as I blamed myself for what just happened.

Megan was resting her head on my knee as we drove all the way to the hospital. She was crying the whole time and I had to restrain myself from saying anything that will seem bad or hurtful to her.

Her dress was soaked in her blood, and a look at her made me feel pity, causing tears to stink my eyes immediately. This was really bad as her tears rippled to hiccups, convulsing around her.

I caused this, if I had returned her card as she requested, it shouldn't have gotten to this stage, but I didn't, rather all I did was try to blackmail her to dance to my tune.

"Megan?" I called out her name, it tasted like silk on my lips.

I wished I had called her for another issue other than this situation in which we find ourselves in.

She didn't answer, but then, she stopped her hiccups, and I used it as a sign to continue.

"Megan, I promise you will be fine, I'll make sure you are," I consoled her with my kind words, she kept quiet, and I thought we had agreed on that till she exploded in tears saying;-

"I want my mother… (pausing before adding) my body aches so much," Megan said weeping even harder.

Megan struggled to remove her head from my thighs and I felt bad because her warmth was comforting to me in a way I couldn't comprehend.

"If you wish, we can call her," I told her, offering to help her out.

I could understand and feel her pains but she refused to cooperate with me. All she did was repeat that phrase and weep with her hands cupped over her face.

I remembered her bag that was brought in a while after I carried her to the car, making me go for it. I rapidly searched her bag looking for her phone.

I brought out her android phone which was too small for my likeness, and the dye was old and it peeled off on its own. I felt her go tense with embarrassment but did not offer a word to me.

I switched on the phone and the screen was blurred, no images or colors on it, all that displayed was just a dull white color with ash lines at the back.

"Oh! I'm finished", I heard Megan exclaimed in shock beside me.

I felt bad for her, but there was nothing I could do. An idea stroke in my head;

"Give me your mother's number, I'll call her from my phone", I suggested.

"Please Sir, just let me be, I don't want to undergo any more pains than what I have already". Megan uttered causing my heart to be heavy as I felt it was my fault.

I know as a Boss I haven't played my part correctly, that was why this was happening to me, the worst I could do now was to self-loathe on myself.

We arrived at the hospital, and a wheelchair was brought for Megan, and she was taken into the building

I followed closely behind, as I was eager to see what had caused so much blood to ooze out of her body.

The doctor _my friend_ saw me walking in for the second time that day in his hospital, rushed towards me to ask if everything was alright.

"Mr. Nicholas, what is the matter this time?" he asked, as he swirls his head to the patient that was been injured. His shock was evident when he saw that it was Megan.

"Doc, please endeavor to see that she is fine", I pleaded as he walked towards the emergency ward. I wonder if her case was this critical.

I followed them into the ward, standing beside the door with its curtain pulled closed.

Megan was now on the theater table, as her skirt was pushed slightly up. She continued sobbing. I felt terrible for what she was facing now.

"Sir, will you stay out for a while, the team is about to start working", a nurse spoke gently to me.

I eyed at my friend who was examining Megan's body and he couldn't say the contrary. I walked out of the ward suppressing anger because I wanted to be in that ward so I could squeeze Megan's hand while she undergoes this phase.

I walked into the reception hall, where only a lady and an old man sat. I joined them, but unable to sit and rest my mind which was shuffled down by this petite lady.

I saw one or two nurses rush in and out of the ward, as they seemed confused all the same.

While one carried a tray filled with laboratory equipment or something around that nature, I saw another nurse carry a bowl of water into the ward. My heart was trembling as I could not exactly tell what was happening.

For the first time in my life, I've never been so tensed about a fellow person, not to talk about a lady. Firstly, my deal with ladies was just 'Hit, pay and leave,' I didn't want to have any link attached with these ladies (they were quite numerous), so I did my best not to discharge in them, or still, I used protection as best as I could.

There was this time where a lady I had to make out with after a week told me she was pregnant. I was so furious because I didn't want to be a dad at that moment, I was still an undergraduate student by then. I didn't believe she was carrying my baby because I used protection the night we had sex.

I opted for a medical check-up and she resisted, when I insisted that I will only take responsibility when I am certain, she came around saying that I will see for myself.

The test was done, and the results showed that she was two months pregnant. 'Like who does that?' I've barely known her for a month and she was trying to hang her baby's paternity around my neck.

I paid the bills and gave her a sum of one hundred thousand as a token from me. She deserved it anyway. Though I always pay off the ladies I've made out with, I've never gotten committed with anyone. Well a few, but the relationships perpetually die out before we could consider building something from it.

With Megan, this was different, I haven't for one second think about her as a sex doll or a lady I could use for my pleasures. She looked so naïve and irresistible that I find it difficult to stay away from her.

I wish she would give me a chance to spend some

Quality time with her. Was that too much to ask for? The more I get attracted to her, the more she finds reasons to avoid me.

Why would she avoid me to the extent of having an accident rather than sit with me for a talk? A small pleasure talk with no strings attached to it.

Okay, I caused it, I shouldn't have pushed her to the edge of her anger as to make her walk away in a mad rage.

'You should have given her the card when she asked for it, rather than threaten her on top of her card' I said to myself in grief.

'Nicholas, you are that terrible,' I accused myself.