Forgotten Love: A BWWM Pregnancy Billionaire Love Story (19 page)

“…
-you
alright?” she heard.

Her eyes settled on
the face, trying to make the world stop spinning by concentrating on
one thing. The man’s hands came down to run down her arms and
his face went from concerned to worried.

“
Miss?
Miss?” he kept saying. Leila wondered what it was he was
missing.

The
man shook her and that jolted her out of her reverie because it
hurt
.

“
Ouch!
Stop it!” she exclaimed in pain, trying to get away from him
and go back to staring at the blue expanse. The man stopped shaking
her and instead burrowed his hands beneath her body and lifted her
up.

“
What
are you…? Put me down!” she said trying to swat him
away. She lifted her arm and saw to her surprise that her sleeve was
reddened. She was bleeding.

“
What…?”
she said in disbelief.

“
I’m
taking you to the hospital miss,” the man said manhandling her
toward his vehicle.

“
What?
Wait, no..my bike!” she said.

“
I’ll
put it in the trunk,” the man replied.

“
Is
she okay?” another man asked standing beside the car.

“
She’s
bleeding,” the first man said.

“
I’m
not bleeding,” Leila protested.

“
She
speaks!” the second man said with an impudent grin. Leila
regarded him askance and then turned to the first man who seemed to
be the more responsible of the two.

“
Mister,
put me down,” she ordered him in the same voice she used to
direct her interns.

“
Ma’am,
you’re bleeding; you need to go to the hospital,” he
replied.

Leila was against
this plan. “You can’t make me go anywhere. I need to go
home. Now put me down,” she said again her voice higher with
stress.

“
Okay,
okay, but your bike wheel is all twisted, won’t you at least
allow us to take you home?” the second impudent man said.

Leila peered down
through the arms of the man carrying her and saw her bike laying
forlorn and injured by the sidewalk. She made a small sound of
distress.

“
I’ll
pay for repairs of course,” the man carrying her said quickly,
seemingly afraid that she’d burst into tears or descend into
some other form of feminine display of emotion.

Leila said nothing,
just allowed herself to be placed in the back seat. She was beginning
to feel pain along her arm and at her right ankle so maybe the men
were right and she was injured. She didn’t see how taking a
ride from the two strangers who hit her was wise though. They were
very insistent however, so she decided to go with it but dug into her
pocket and extracted her phone. It seemed to have suffered no ill
effects in the accident so she took a picture of her erstwhile
rescuers and sent it to Sheila with a text telling her that if she
didn’t hear from her in two hours she was to take the photos to
the police.

“
Feel
better now?” man number two asked after watching her send the
text in amusement. She shot him a glare and ignored his remark,
looking down instead to inspect herself. There was a hole in the knee
of her black pants and her arm was definitely gashed if not actively
bleeding at the moment. Her foot looked fine but it was too early to
tell if the pain indicated a sprain or a break. She hoped it was
neither, please God, she had a fundraiser to arrange by the day after
tomorrow.

“
I’m
Jonathon Leary,” the man sitting beside her with the smug smile
said.

“
Leila
Masters,” she replied automatically not looking at him.

“
That’s
my driver Mathews, he’s the one who hit you and he’s very
sorry,” Jonathon said.

Leila glanced up and
then back down to her arm. Was it possible to get through this
journey without talking? She could feel the Jonathon dude’s
eyes on her and she squirmed uncomfortably. How to ask him to stop
staring without causing offense and/or showing fear?

“
We
don’t bite you know?” he said further startling her.

“
I’m
sure you don’t,” she replied with a fake smile.

Mathews turned around
to look at her, “Where can we take you?”

Leila gave them
directions to her house and Mathews nodded and turned around to start
the vehicle. He’d deposited her bike in the trunk as promised
and now he drew smoothly into the traffic. Jonathon sighed
theatrically, prompting Leila to look over at him. He gave her a wry
glance.

“
I
was really hoping to get some coffee at Starbucks,” he said
regretfully.

Leila almost smiled,
“Well I didn’t exactly stop you.”

“
Indeed,”
Jonathon agreed. “But we can’t exactly throw you under
our vehicle and then ask you to please wait while we get our coffee
fix of the day now can we?”

Leila shrugged, “I
don’t know. Can you?”

Jonathon laughed,
looking at her with renewed interest.

“
So
are you like, a professional biker?” he asked.

“
No.
I’m a lawyer,” Leila said looking him warningly in the
eye. Jonathon shuddered theatrically.

“
Oh
oh, are we in trouble or what?” he said waving his hands as if
he was afraid.

“
Well,
I’d watch out if I were you and be on my best behavior,”
Leila said tongue in cheek.

Jonathon laughed
again, “I definitely like you.”

“
Lucky
me,” Leila replied wryly.

“
Oh
you have no idea,” Jonathon said, his eyes full of mystery and
speculation.

Leila
frowned at him but he just stared impassively back. And then he
smiled.
That
was when Leila knew she was in trouble.

*

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