Chapter 5

>>>>>>>>Oscar's POV<<<<<<<


The moment Rosie left the ward, I couldn't stop laughing. Or maybe I shouldn't have laughed because now my whole body was aching. 

Nah! it's worth it. Her expression was priceless.

For a second there I thought she was different, when she reentered the ward to clarify herself. But then, her reaction to me was the same as all the girls when I had told her how delectable her body was. Very disappointing. 

But her body... Even in those casual jeans and flannel shirt turned me on. What will it be like if I peeled all her clothes and buried myself into---

"Mr. Jones?"

Looking at her interrupt my dirty thoughts about her really heated my blood. I should really learn to control myself around her. I should go back to my non-flirty, unfriendly mood. Last thing I need is some gold-digging b***h drooling at my feet. 

"Did you take the medicines you are supposed to take before your dinner? Its almost 7PM, I think it's time for dinner", she said. Her expression was stern. But I could see the softness in her eyes. It was like she was trying very hard to hide it. 

"Wouldn't you like to know!", I growled.

"Excuse me?", She was surprised at my expression. "Are you deliberately trying to be unfriendly?", she added and laughed. 

What the f**k?! How did she know??

And her laugh! It was like music. Almost thawed my heart. And I hated her instantly. How can I let her have this affect on me?

"What do you want? Stop wasting my time. I'll take the medicines whenever I want. You're not a doctor", I snapped. 

"Yes. I'm not a doctor. But neither are you", she argued. "And according to this file here, you need to take this pill half an hour before dinner. And that's exactly what you will do", she said never raising her voice.

She's feisty too... 

"Whatever! Just give the damn pills and get the hell out of my face", I grumbled. 

She looked a little disappointed. That's better. Her soft eyes were killing me.

"This anger is not good for you Mr. Jones", she teased and came close to me to hand me my pills. The scent of her was so potent that I could feel my blood in my veins shooting downwards. And her voice was so soft. 

She bent down to straighten my pillows at my backrest and the moment she touched my shoulders my whole body stiffened. I could feel my whole body hardening. Some parts more than the other. I held onto my last thread of control so as not to grab her right there and have my way with her. Maybe this is the sex-depraved part of my brain talking. I was never a slave to sex. I don't hate sex, but I never really had the time for that. I'm a successful entrepreneur with a reputation for hard work. I had to maintain that. 

I had no family to worry about. My parents had passed away many years ago. No siblings to bother. No girlfriend to take care. My work was my life. My co-workers were my family. And I couldn't ask for something better.

"Have you informed any of your family members?", she asked 

Can she read minds? Ha! if she could she wouldn't be asking this question.

I just shook my head.

"I know you're not married, what about your girlfriend? Have you informed her? She would be worried", she added. 

"Are you done prying into my private business?", I interjected. 

"I.. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to pry. I was just concerned about your--- ", She stammered. 

"Well, don't be. Go worry about your boyfriend"

She pursed her lips as if speculating me. I felt like I should run and hide somewhere. After a few seconds she sighed. 

"Well, if that's your way of asking me if I have a boyfriend. Then my answer is no", she smiled like a Cheshire Cat.

I pretended like I didn't hear her. She continued grinning. I couldn't help but smile inwardly at this new information.

Ms. Taylor with such a delectable body and luscious lips, doesn't have a boyfriend. I wonder why!

Well, why should I care, anyway?


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A/N: From next chapter it'll be in Author's POV. Since I'm an amateur, I can't really plot well in alternate POVs. 

Thank you!