The Casino Billionaire

Chapter 6

Doc Tom shows up bright and early which is a good thing. Shawna's IV fluid bags are almost empty. He changes them out and gives her another shot of pain killers. You can physically see when it kicks in. Shawna's face was contorted when we came into the room like she was feeling something not good. As soon as the medicine got into her system her face relaxed and her body went limp again. Doc looked her over to make sure she didn't toss and turn at all through the night and do any damage to the pieces he had put back together last night. With a smile, he nodded and we left the room.

"Thank you so much for coming over and taking care of her. What do we owe you for all of this?" I ask him as we get back to the living room.

"Jason has taken care of everything. He feels terrible about what has happened to your friend. He has told me to stop three times a day and do whatever it takes to keep her comfortable until she is up and moving again. So, I will be back around 3 p.m. to change out her fluids and give her another shot." Doc Tom nods to me and takes his leave.

I stand in the middle of the living room in awe when there is a knock at the door. Still, in a daze, I just open it and go back to the living room. "How is she doing?" Jason's voice brings me out of my haze. That deep, husky, sexy ass voice.

Shaking my head, "She is still in a lot of pain. Doc will be back around three he said to change her fluids and give her some more pain meds. Why are you paying for all of this? We cannot pay you back."

"It is my fault that you are in this situation. I will take care of her until she is well. I also paid your rent for the next six months. Without her working, you will be the sole breadwinner. Having to pay all of the bills because I wasn't paying enough attention to what my guys were doing shouldn't be put all on your shoulders." He comes closer taking my hand.

Ripping my hand from his, "No one asked you to do that. We can take care of ourselves. I am not a charity case that you need to come in and rescue. What makes you think that I don't make enough money to take care of the bills around here." That just pissed me off.

"That isn't what I meant. Jennifer, I so don't think of you that way. I just wanted to help. I feel so guilty. This should have never happened. I thought that I had such a good handle on things. To find out that it is all wrong. Now I have to reanalyze all of my casinos to see if this is happening at others and stop it. You have opened my eyes to something that I may have been blind to for way too long and I wanted to thank you for it." He takes my hand back into his.

"Throwing money at people isn't always the way to thank them you know. There are other ways. You could take them out to dinner, bring a bottle of wine, bake them a cake, or hell just say thank you." I look up at him exasperated. 

"That is what I like about you, Jennifer. All the people around me are always about money. You are about reality. Life. I forget what it is like to just be a regular person. Do regular things. I started this all so young, never really got to just be me." He sighs as his thumb rubs the back of my hand.

"How old are you?  I mean you started all of this so quickly. You went to college and then just started this? You didn't take time to have fun?" Looking at him, you can tell he is young but, all of the stress put an age to his face way too early.

"Yeah, went right from one to the other. I am 28, though it feels like I am a whole lot older some days." He chuckles as he looks down at our hands.

Geez, he is only 28? He presents himself as such an older man. He shouldn't have to act older than he is. Why am I feeling sorry for this man? I shouldn't even trust him! Just because he is paying for a doctor and my rent because he feels bad for getting caught for what his boys did. It is still hard for me to believe that he had no idea what is going on in his establishment. I want to see him make it right. See these men get punished for breaking my friend.

"So, are we going to confront these guys or what?" I look straight into his eyes with intensity.

"I set up an all hands security meeting for 1 p.m. today. Let's go to lunch and then we will go over to the casino and you can say whatever you want to all of them. Then the ones that have anything negative to say to you will no longer have a job." He throws that same intensity back at me and I want to jump him instead of go have lunch. Mentally shaking my head at that thought.

"Alright, let me grab my purse. I'll follow you." Pursing my lips remembering that my car is at the casino, "My car is still at the casino."

"Yeah, I know. My car and driver are downstairs. It is alright if you ride with me. I will not hurt you. Check on Shawna one more time and we will head out. Is that alright with you?" He speaks tenderly to me, trying not to overstep his boundaries and piss me off again.

I nod, slowly letting go of his hand hoping he is watching my ass as I walk down the hall to Shawna's room. I go in, make sure she is covered up, her pillows are fluffed, her head is not tilted funny, and she's as comfortable as possible. Kissing her forehead, she moans a little, I head out of her room and out of the apartment with Jason for the afternoon.

The car ride to the restaurant was quiet. No matter how much I protested he was making me go to this certain place that I was way underdressed and undereducated for. That meant we had to go shopping for a dress which my shoes didn't match so, we then went to get a new pair of shoes. I was not happy about him spending his money on me. As we followed the hostess through the restaurant to the table people stared at us, whispering to each other. Jason says hello to some, shakes hands with others, What is this? Am I the shiny new toy that he is parading in front of his friends? This is starting to piss me off. 

Once we are seated I look to him, "What the hell Jason? Am I your new toy to show off to your friends?" My eyes squinted in anger.

"What are you talking about?" He questions me.

"All of these people are staring at me and whispering to one another." I am whispering, the anger pure in my tone.

"This is one of my favorite places. They have never seen me here with a woman before. Of course, they are going to gawk and talk." He says leisurely.

"What do you mean you have never been here with a woman?" Now I am quizzical.

"All of the women I meet are golddiggers. They want one thing from me, my money. I find them hiding in my hotel rooms, cars, office, anywhere they think they can get to me. I had to hire a team to sweep through everywhere I went to get them out before I could go in. They thought if they gave me what I wanted I would buy them what they wanted. The thing is, I don't want just a physical relationship." His voice stays monotone as he explains this to me looking at the menu the whole time, "Now you, you challenge me, actually, you would like to kick my ass." He chuckles looking up from his menu at me.

"Well, you got one thing right." I laugh and take a look at my menu chocking on my water when I see the prices. I couldn't even afford a side salad from this place.