Antonio's POV
When I wake up from my deep slumber, I groan remembering what happened earlier. I have no idea what that crazy girl gave me that made me sleep for so long. I am sure she knows nothing of me, if not she wouldn't have done that. I am going to show her who I am, no one messes with me and goes scot-free, except Xavier's gang because I have no power to fight them.
I am sure it was one of Xavier's men who shot me.
Xavier, Brandon, and I have come a long way, we used to be good friends until something tragic happened, and that will be a story for another day. Xavier and I became enemies and since Brandon is always by my side, Brandon became his enemy too but his hatred for me surpasses that of Brandon's.
I have been tagged as the youngest Billionaire in New York, but I lack protection. I hate going out with guards but I guess I have to start doing that now.
I have no idea where Xavier got his power from, even though he has no money compared to mine. He has the most powerful Mafia group in New York and I know he will not let me go until he sees me going down. This is how much he hates me.
Xavier is the least of my problems right now, all I want to do is to deal with that miserable, crazy nurse that was pinning me down like a 10-year-old boy. I am embarrassed right now and all I want to do is to make sure she gets fired.
I stand up abruptly from the bed and groan when I feel pain in my bandaged waist. I need to be out of here.
I told Brandon to help me inform mom that I was going to stay the night away. I stay a few distances away from my parent's mansion and that is because of my health and my daughter, Alexis. I am asthmatic. I know if I don't go home before tomorrow, mom will blow my phone up with calls.
I stand on my feet to go out to see the doctor before going home when Brandon comes in.
"Easy, where are you going?" He runs to my side.
"Where the hell have you been, Brandon?" I wince in pain after the yelling.
"I went to pick a few things you would be needing for the day. Your shirt is ruined and......."
"I'm not staying any more days here. You've been away since noon, Brandon", I interrupt him.
"I came in earlier to see you sleeping. Why won't you stay here till you are fit to go home? The doctor says you will be discharged in two days."
"I don't fucking care. I want to be out of here."
"Where are you going?" He asks as I move to the door.
"To see that fucking doctor and look for ways to sue him."
"Sue the doctor?" He furrows his brows. "What happened?"
"How can a big hospital like this employ a crazy person as a nurse?" I can see he is still looking confused.
"He moves close to me. "If she is working here, I think you misunderstood it. It means she isn't crazy."
"She is", I insist.
He sighs. "What makes you think so?"
"You don't need to know." I turn back to go.
"Don't do anything rash, Antonio, so the poor girl won't lose her job." He advises me.
That stops me in my tracks. "Well, that is the exact thing I want to do. I will make sure she is fired", I growl and walk to the doctor's office slowly, supporting my waist with my left hand.
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Harley's POV
I wake up right on time. I am done with my shift. It is time to go home since it's morning already.
When I stand up to stretch my tired body, I realize I am awake because of the noise coming from the reception.
I move out of the cubicle that was hiding my sleeping body because my head was on the desm. My presence can only be made known when I am standing.
I am about to walk to the reception to see what is happening when a hand drags me back. It is Anita.
"Hey, what is happening?" I rub my sleepy eyes.
"Harley, you need to help me", I can sense the alarm in her tone.
I open my eyes wide and stare at her for a while trying to think of what help Anita needs from me again. Anita and I aren't close. None of my colleagues like me, they think I am crazy and weird.
"Ok?"
"I'm sorry for letting you do my job but I want you to please tell the doctor that you offered to help me......"
"Why?" I ask with a creased brow.
She swallows hard and looks down at her feet before looking up at me. "The doctor wants to see you." She informs me.
"Why?" I ask again, pondering over her weird behavior.
"The Billionaire wants to sue the hospital management", she announces.
"What? Why? Who is this fucking Billionaire that thinks...."
"The man you injected in ward 10", she cut me short. That brings back my memories and I recall what happened a few hours back.
"He is the richest Billionaire in New York", she announce and it dawns on me that I have just tampered with the famous Antonio Rodriguez.
"The doctor asked me to call you. Let's go", she grabs my hand and practically drags me towards the doctor's office.
When we are outside the doctor's office, she stops and turns to face me. She put her palms together to plead with me to help her. I am speechless so I only nod in response.
She pushes the door and we enter.
"Harley", the doctor calls when he sees me. I look around to see the arrogant man glaring at me furiously and another guy seated beside him. He has an amusing look on his face and he looks handsome.
"Doc", I bow.
"Is it true?" He asks to my amazement.
"What?"
"You insulted him...." His voice is raised.
"He called me miserable," I reply, cutting him short.
"And you pierce him hard on the buttocks", the doctor utters with disbelief. "Is this how you were taught to treat your patients?"
"He was proving hard to deal with and he didn't even allow me to......"
"Shut up", he snaps at me, with a look of anger.
"You have to apologize to him now. He wants to sue the hospital", I can see the fear in the doctor's eyes. I have always respected the old man. He reminds me of my father but standing here before him, seeing how scared he is makes the respect and admiration I have for him vanish into thin air.
This is what they call power. The silly man thinks he has the power to do whatever he wishes and go scot-free.
I fold my arms around my bosom. No one can make me apologize to the ungrateful bastard.
"Aren't you going to apologize? Are you rich enough to pay a compensation fee?"
I shrug nonchalantly. To be honest, I am less concerned about the whole thing happening, they are the least of my problems.
"Well, if he is willing to take 50 dollars."
That is the highest I can afford. I feel it is better than apologizing to the idiot.
"What?" The doctor and the other guy exclaim. The arrogant man snorts and his friend starts to laugh.
"$50 as a compensation fee for a Billionaire?" The man questions, still laughing.
"Are you kidding me, Harley? Do you know what you are saying?" The Doctor sighs. "Do you have a million dollars to compensate him?"
"No", I answer honestly. I have never seen such money in my whole life.
The arrogant man sneers and says with a cold voice, "I should have known you were this poor."
"Excuse me?" I turn to him with a fierce look on my face.
"Next time, you won't ever cross my path again." He points his right hand at me angrily.
"Really? Who the hell do you think you are?"
"Are you seriously asking me that?" He chuckles. "I am a man of my words. When I say I have the power to destroy you, I mean it."
"Really? What sort of power do you have that you couldn't even protect yourself from getting shot?"
"Wow!" His friend mutters. He looks amazed that I am replying to his friend's statement.
"Harley", the doctor calls me angrily. "Quit the rubbish and apologize now!" He orders.
"I can't, doc." Just thinking of how he called me poor makes me feel he is not worthy of my apology, no matter the punishment the doctor will give to me.
"You won't?" He is surprised that I am not willing to apologize.
"I see no reason why I should apologize. You didn't even bother to hear my side of the story. I was just helping....."
"Harley, apologize now", he commands me.
"I won't", I stand my ground, ignoring the whispers from Anita.
Everyone fall silent until he leans forward and blurts out.
"You are fired!"
Harley's POVI can't believe the doctor fired me because of the idiot guy. I never thought the doctor would do that. I thought he liked me. I could see the look of defeat on the so-called Billionaire's face and a look of pity on his friend's face and Anita's.I picked up my things and left the hospital.As soon as I get home, I walk into the house to see my grandmother knitting another cardigan for me in the living room. The last one she did was for Jim.Seeing her in the wheelchair makes the realit
Antonio's POVMy emotions are all over the place as Brandon drives me back home. In silence, my jaw tightens, and I grit my teeth in anger, remembering how that crazy lady rejected my offer. I can't believe she is so proud despite being poor. I am employing her to be my personal nurse so I can take my revenge on her and show her the stuff I am made of, even though I have no plans to deprive her of her payment. Who the hell does she think she is? She did not only pierce me hard on the buttocks, but she also insulted and humiliated me. How could she?The more I think of what happened between us, especially how she rejected me without giving it any thought like I thought she would is the most annoying. It is making me restless because I can't take my revenge on her anymore. I don't even know where she lives but I have gotten her full name from the doctor. Harley Davidson. A first-level Nurse.I hear a chuckle and I snap my head towards Brandon who is driving with a soft smile forming
Harley's POVAfter I ended the call with the arrogant man, I dropped the phone and stared into space, thinking of what just happened. Why the hell is he asking me to become his personal nurse? So he can deal with me, use me the way he wants, humiliate me and make me beg for money? I don't even understand what he wants.Is he this foolish not to know that I am not a girl who will stoop so low to grab the opportunity of being a personal nurse for an arrogant fool like him? I don't even care if he is a billionaire or not. His behavior and lack of approach are totally out of it. I just feel bad that he has a good look. He ought to be as ugly as a duckling. That appearance would have fitted his dark and stupid mind.I blow a sigh and lean back on the headboard.Grandma must have heard me crying before Jim called me. I heard the sound of her wheelchair fading away. I feel she doesn't need to know what is happening. I don't want to tell her that I lost my job and I can't afford to pay her
Harley's POVI increase my pace, ignoring the discomfort and sound my heels are producing on the marble floor of the entrance of the company. It's been two whole weeks of job hunting and two weeks of pure torture that I have been through just to get rid of Jim's thoughts from my mind. He hasn't been picking up my calls and he hasn't called either. I find it very hard to believe that we are truly done. Everything we have shared means nothing to him.Reality dawns on me when I tried calling three days back and I found out he has changed his number. Sadness engulfs me, sinking in the realization that Jim is done with me and gone forever. It is still hard to let go because I still think of him once in a while, despite my resolution to completely forget about him and move on with my life. I guess my failure to secure another job after two weeks of losing my job is also a factor. If only I am still working, I will have no time to think about my problems. I will bury myself in my work by b
Antonio's POVI never thought this crazy fellow and I will ever meet again. I am glad we are meeting right here in my office of all places. I realize my little plan to make her life miserable is working after all and my smile broadens. I feel a genuine satisfaction in my heart. I noticed her shocked expression after she recognized me and the color drained from her face. It took me a while to recognize her too because she looks different from the miserable fellow I met that night. Today, she looks more responsible and a little pretty in her cheap dress. I want to laugh in her face. Where has her pride led her? How can she be poor and proud at the same time? What exactly is she proud of?Pinning her with a gaze full of satisfaction, her shoulder drops in disappointment and I see a flash of pain and fear. This is what I want. This is what I have been dreaming of seeing on her face. This is what I thought I would see that day when I threatened to sue the hospital but I didn't see it a
Harley's POVI look out of the coffee shop with a distant look on my face, until Chelsea's hand touches mine, pulling me out of my reverie. I turn to gaze at her and she flashes me a smile.I sigh.I was tempted to hit the billionaire's head with something but I refrained from doing so. He is the most annoying and obnoxious man I have ever met.What was the big deal with not apologizing after two weeks? I just wanted to help out but it turned out to be a misfortune for me. Anita is still in the hospital as the staff there while I am out here, stranded, broke and jobless."Harley", Chelsea calls me. I look down at the cup of milkshake in the middle of the desk between Chelsea and me. She is sitting opposite me and our chair is close to the window. I drag the cup closer and take a sip of the milkshake from the straw, hoping it will calm my nerves and allow me to talk to Chelsea about what is happening.I had called her immediately after leaving the office of the arrogant man and she pr
Antonio's POVThe car comes to a halt and I climb down from the Mercedes Benz without waiting for the driver to come out and open the car door for me. I fling my suit to my shoulder and rush into the house, calling Alexis's name.There is a heavy silence in the house and I wonder where they are. I thought my mother would have taken her to the hospital so I went straight to the hospital instead of coming home. When I got there, I was told that Alexis was not brought there and that the doctor left the hospital in a hurry. I figured out that the doctor was coming to the mansion to check up on Alexis."Alexis", I yell at the top of my voice as I hurry towards her room. I wonder where the cook had gone to and why she didn't keep an eye on Alexis. Ever since the old nanny taking care of Alexis left for another town, I haven't bothered to get another nanny because of my busy schedule. I keep Alexis in care of the cook with my mother whose house is just a stone's throw away from my mansion.
Harley's POVRemembering that I left my phone in the room, I run back inside to grab it. Grandma is sitting in the living room as usual knitting a cardigan for Chelsea. Her birthday is in a few weeks and grandma wants to present it to her as a birthday gift.When she got to know that Jim was going at first, she tried to convince me to be patient with him but when he broke up with me, she became pissed with him too. She dumped the cardigan she was knitting for him and even cried. I couldn't console her."You forgot something?" She shouts so I can hear from my room. I see the phone laying comfortably in the bed and I grab it in a haste."Yes," I answer and walk out.I am in a hurry to go to Chelsea father's company. Her attempt to help me secure a job elsewhere has been futile and I have finally given working in her father's company a chance. He asked me to come for an interview this morning and I am a few minutes late already. For the first time in almost three weeks, I slept soundly