"I don't really understand what you mean," I managed to chuckle. "You actually think that the reason I slept with you last night was because I wanted something?"
"I mean why else have you been invested in someone as clumsy as I am if you don't have any interest in my wealth and what I can do for you?" he asked.
I got up and walked over to his side.
"What?" he asked.
The next thing that was heard was the sound of my open palm connecting with his face.
"You're…you're a real clumsy fool, you know that?" I spat at him and made my way out of his office.
I raced past two people I assumed were the nurse who was supposed to be there and the nurse who showed her the way.
"Stacy?" the nurse called out, but I ignored her.
I didn't want to hear anyone's voice besides mine. I raced to my office and closed the door, staring at my hand that had turned a bright shade of red after striking the face of the man I had started to love.
Did he just indirectly call me a user? What the hell gave him that kind of idea? How could I have been so stupid to actually think that relationships were going to work for me?
"Uh, whenever you're going to tell me what's wrong, I'd appreciate that," Allison said.
I turned to glare at her, biting my lower lip to stop myself from crying.
"Oh okay," she said softly and looked away.
I didn't mean to get upset with her, but it sucked. I was severely angry and sad at the same time that I slapped him. But he deserved it. How could he even think that I would have thought about something like that? I changed into my outfit and packed up my scrubs. I looked through the office and looked for anything that belonged to me, stuffing them into a trash bag. I left the hospital and went to my apartment. Immediately I got into my room, I let myself break.
It hurt. It hurt a whole lot.
My phone started to ring but I ignored it thinking it was Ethan.
On the second ring, I noticed it was Ben Sullivan, Ethan's older brother, "Hello, sir?"
"Are you okay?" he asked. "Ethan isn't answering his phone. Did something happen?"
"He forgot his phone," I said in an annoyed tone but a sob managed to slip through.
"Why are you crying?" he asked.
"I stubbed my pinky toe," I replied.
It was definitely a lie but I hoped he didn't bother trying to find out.
"I see, be more careful next time," he advised.
"Thank you," I replied before hanging up.
"I need to go home," I said to myself.
Chapter seven
On Separate Paths
Ethan
I was still in shock. My face stung and I couldn't touch it either. Judging by the look on the nurses faces, I could tell her handprint wasn't visible on my face.
Everything was fine.