Connor Hughes
My head hurts as I tried to open my eyes, so I closed them back and groaned tiredly, rubbing my hand on my forehead. Forcing my eyes opened this time, I saw two figures towering over me, and I almost had a panic attack until I realized that the people were Chase and Claire.
"Hey! You startled me!" I snapped at them, but winced painfully when I felt a sharp pain in my head.
"Uhg! You are so annoying, you know? I thought you were going to die. How could you get yourself so drunk?" Claire snapped at me angrily, and I scoffed.
"Hey! Do you want to die? I am your elder brother!" I glared hard at her, but she huffed angrily.
"You are still talking about being an elder brother in this condition? What if you died after taking that much alcohol? Mom and Dad won't ever forgive you, and I won't allow you to be buried!" Chase chipped in, glaring hard at me, and I rolled my eyes.
"Why are you two scolding me? I'm the sick one here. Is this fair?" I rolled my eyes, sitting up on the bed this time.
"Ugh! Just what have I done to deserve such a horrible person as a brother? Are you kidding me?" Claire shook her head and touched her forehead, obviously frustrated.
I was about to reply to him when the door opened and a young lady walked inside. She was wearing a white coat which meant that she was probably the doctor or nurse taking care of me. She was in her late twenties, and trust me, she had a pretty nice body that I fucking wanted to get down on her on the spot.
"Stop being stupid, Connor. You are fucking sick," My subconscious mind reminded me, but that didn't matter, anyway.
"Hi! My name is Silver. I will be taking care of you henceforth until you are perfectly fine," she said to me, and her voice was even more sexy. She was endowed with beauty. Long blonde hair, long natural eyelashes, curvy body, but Janice beats her to it. I didn't mean to mention Janice, but I couldn't help it.
"Hi," I managed to reply to her after Chase nudged my arm.
"How are you feeling now? Are you feeling pain anywhere?" She asked me as she leaned forward and held my hand gently, checking my pulse.
"I'm much better," I replied to her, and she nodded her head as she straightened her back.
"You should rest and stop taking alcohol for now," she advised me, and after spending another five minutes checking me out, she finally left.
"What the hell was that look? You were swooning over her. Don't tell me it's what I'm thinking," Claire glared hard at me, and I scoffed.
"I wasn't swooning, and even if I was, she is sexy, and..."
"Ugh! Why are you so annoying? Are you thinking of sleeping with your doctor again? That is gross," Claire grimaced, and I shrugged.
"What is wrong with it? She is hot, and it wouldn't hurt to have her on my bed," I winked at her, knowing it was what she hated the most.
"You still remember that I'm a high schooler and you shouldn't be saying this in my presence, yeah?" She snapped at me, grabbing the pillow and throwing it at me, but I scoffed.
"Spare me that, Claire. You are more than eighteen now, and don't even think that I don't know your boyfriend. I've just been quiet over it," I winked at her, and Chase's eyes widened.
"For real? Claire, you have a boyfriend?" He gasped, turning to face Claire whose face has turned red from embarrassment.
"Ugh! You both are annoying. You are worse than Connor," She grabbed Chase's hair and pulled it aggressively.
"Hey! Are you going to kill your brother? You better stop that," I scolded her, knowing, but she scoffed.
Something crossed my mind, and I raised my eyebrows. I remember Janice going to the hospital earlier. Is she still there? Did she not hear that I was sick?
"Janice... Where is she?" I asked them, and Claire scoffed.
"She was going to come over here when she saw us leaving, so she decided to stay back with Carl since there was nobody at the hospital. She said she would come over as soon as there is someone there to watch over him," I scoffed at the horrible reply Chase gave me.
"Is that some joke or what? She is now choosing someone else over her husband?" I huffed angrily and bit my bottom lip.
I shut my eyes and buried my face between my palms when my head came hurting again that I could barely keep my eyes open.
"Shit!" I cursed under my breath, throwing my head back, but I quickly grabbed it when it felt like it was going to fall off my neck. Why would she stay with him when I'm sick? I'm her husband for fuck's sake, so why would she choose him over me?
"The doctor said you should rest. It's almost late, and it's not that she can come here, anyway. We will stay with you tonight, and she can come over tomo..."
"Get my phone," I cut Chase off, and he raised his eyebrows.
"Huh?" He blinked his eyes.
"Get my phone, Chase," I said to him again, and he slowly nodded his head before he left to get the phone from Lucas. I guess he was with the phone.
"Here," he handed it to me as soon as he came back, and I took it. I scrolled through the phone and dialed her number once I spotted it.
"Luca..."
"I need you to come to the penthouse right away. Like right now!" I cut her off as soon as she answered the call, and ended the call, tossing my phone on the bed.
"Are you jealous?" I raised my gaze to find Claire smirking at me, and I scoffed.
"Jealous? Who? Me? Of who? Janice or Carl? Are you kidding me?" I scoffed unbelievably, and she sighed
"Seeing the way you are acting so possessive, I couldn't help but think that," she shrugged, and I shook my head.
"I'm not jealous. You heard when the doctor said that I needed to rest. You should leave me alone to rest," I said, laying on the bed and pulling the duvet to cover myself.
"Sorry, but I will stay here until Janice comes around," Claire insisted, so I sighed frustratingly.
An hour passed before Janice finally arrived, and she barged into my room as soon as she arrived, but she stopped when she saw Claire and Chase in the room.
"We will leave you two to talk," Chase said, then left the room with Claire, leaving us alone.
"Is it nice spending time with him?" I asked her...