The Billionaire's Romance

By: Holly Rayner





The door to the room was open and I tried to call out as I saw a woman in a blue scrub suit pass by. My voice came out in a whispered croak and the nurse or doctor kept going. I tried lifting my head again, the muscles in my neck were sore too and both of my legs were aching. I was becoming frustrated. Dropping my head back down on the pillow, I closed my eyes and tried to remember what had happened. I remembered being at Nadine’s…and then I’d gone to Aaron’s party. He’d been so cold….I left and I remember being in Times Square….and then nothing….Damn it!



I heard a noise and opened my eyes. It was the nurse. “Well hello, you’re awake!”



“Yeah, hi,” I said in my raspy voice. “Where am I?”



“You’re in New York Downtown Hospital,” she said.



“What happened to me?”



“You were hit by a car,” she told me as she adjusted my IV. The ambulance brought you in from 7th Avenue. You didn’t have a purse or any I.D. on you….”



“Oh Damn! That’s it! I remember!”



“Good, we have you listed as a Jane Doe. What’s your name, honey?”



“It’s Robyn, Robyn Hurst. I was mugged last night. I was walking, going to hail a cab and this man grabbed my purse. I wasn’t thinking…I should have just let it go. Instead, I tugged on it and he pushed me out into the street….”



“The man who hit you was here earlier. He feels really bad. The officer who came in last night said he couldn’t have avoided it. I’m going off shift here soon. I’ll let the doctor know you’re awake and he can come go over your injuries with you. The police asked to be notified as well, I’m sure they’ll be in to interview you.”



I nodded before I remembered that my head weighed eighty pounds and then I thanked her. I thought about Aaron. My phone was in my purse. I wondered if he’d tried to call me. It was doubtful, I told myself, considering the way he’d acted. We were supposed to have dinner tonight…..I didn’t really want to talk to him though, I was still too emotional.



The doctor came in just a while later and said,



“Well, it’s good to see you awake, young lady. The nurse said you told her that you were mugged?”



“Yes, he took my purse and pushed me into the street,” I told him.



“I’m so sorry. That was a terrible way to start out your year.”



I chuckled, even that hurt. “Tell me about it,” I said.



“Well, the good news is that the man who hit you was going slowly. There were a lot of people crossing the street and he’d just accelerated before he saw you, he said. So in light of that, you don’t have any serious injuries. Some cuts, scrapes, bruises and I’m sure you’re sore as hell.”



“You said it again, Doc.”



He smiled, “You have a good attitude that will work in your favor as well. We’re going to finish off the IV fluids and get you some breakfast and then you can bust out of here if you want. I’m going to send you with a prescription for some mild pain medicine and muscle relaxers that will help you with the soreness. Do you work?”



“Yeah, I work for Winters, Inc.”



“I don’t want you to go in for a couple of days. Take today and tomorrow and the weekend at least, I’ll write you a doctor’s order for that as well.”



“Okay, thanks,” I told him. After he left I used the phone at my bedside and called Melissa. She listened quietly as I told her what happened and then she said,



“I thought you were going straight to that party. What were you doing walking alone downtown?”



“I don’t really want to talk about that right now.”



“I will be there soon,” she said. “We don’t have to talk about this today, but honey we need to talk about it.”



“Okay, I’ll see you in a bit. Don’t hurry because I’m still waiting for the police to come.”



When I hung up with her, I called Aaron. His phone went straight to voicemail. I don’t know why, but instead of telling him what really happened I just said, “I’m sorry, Aaron but something came up and I can’t make dinner tonight. I’ll talk to you soon.” I knew he was going to be busy with the Chinese corporation he was merging with over the next few days. I would call him back over the weekend and let him know what was going on. Within an hour the police came by and got my statement. I wasn’t worried until then, the officer warned me that since my keys and my ID with my address were in the purse, I should be careful and have the locks changed. I gave them the best description I could of the guy, but this was New York City…I wasn’t under any big delusions that they’d catch him. When I got home I’d call my super about the locks and I’d call the credit card companies and the bank. It was the best I could do.

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