A DEAL WITH THE BOSSY BILLIONAIRE

Way Out

Sia's POV

Still at the hospital, I refused to leave due to the number of reporters outside my ward wanting to ask questions. I couldn’t help but ponder what might be playing in Rowan's mind. For twenty minutes, I walked around my ward, completely ignoring Nolan's presence until I bumped into him on my sixth lap.

"Why are you here?" I asked.

"To see you," Nolan replied.

"Me? Is this a joke?" I asked.

"No, it isn't. See, I realize that I hurt you and don't even deserve your forgiveness. But what happened between your sister and me was a mistake," Nolan replied.

"Wow, men will always be men. What a well-drafted story. Will you also say the devil led you to do so?" I said.

"Maybe or maybe not. But the truth is I realize my mistake, and I am here to atone for it. Is that not enough for you?" Nolan replied.

"Wow, so I should just abandon my life to return to you? Is that why you are here? You must be crazy. Or do you have cancer, because that is the only explanation I have for your madness," I said.

"Yes, I do have cancer, but that's not the reason I am here," Nolan replied.

"Really? So if you never had cancer, you wouldn't even consider making amends with me. And I would be a big fool if I ever returned to you," I said.

Nolan went down on his knees and said, "Sia, I love you and I still do. Please give me a chance to make things right again."

I laughed, weeping, and sat on my ward bed. I looked at Nolan, acting the same way he did in high school—always messing up, apologizing, and me forgiving him and taking him back. Oh, poor me. I won’t deny that somewhere in my heart, I was waiting for Nolan to come back and win me over because I was in love with him. I was unsure if my new feelings for Rowan were just a way for me to fill the void of missing Nolan.

"Nolan, it is too late. I wish you had come earlier. My heart belongs to another. As a matter of fact, I am married," I said.

"I know, but I can see it in your eyes that you don't love him. And I am 100% certain he doesn’t love you in return," Nolan replied.

"What would you know about love?" I asked.

"Nothing. But one thing I do know is that my heart is beating for you," Nolan replied, bringing out a ring from his pocket. In shock, I stood up and exited to my ward restroom, weeping inside, struggling with my emotions, unsure of whom to trust.

A contract marriage that might end and not result in true love and marriage, and an ex-boyfriend with ups and downs.

After giving it much thought in the restroom, I returned to meet Nolan, accepting to give him another chance but asked him to take it slow since I am still bound to another man. Nolan, out of excitement, stood up and kissed me on my lips. Forgetting that I am married, I also took off my clothes and got intimate with him, deflowering myself.

I came to the conclusion of loving the devil I know rather than the devil I don't. Little did I know that devil or not, I would catch in the crossfire between two men. A few hours later, after the feeling of intimacy with Nolan had passed, all I could picture was my anger with my sister for rushing into a marriage I was not ready for and a man whose heart is with another.

"When will you file for divorce?" Nolan asked while dressing up.

I stuttered, "Um... Um... Um... You know what, let's take whatever is going on between us slowly. Baby steps, okay?"

"Baby steps, got it," Nolan said.

"Yeah," I replied awkwardly.

"So, can we meet for dinner this Friday at 7:30 PM at our favorite spot?" Nolan asked.

Not focused, I replied, feeling guilty, "Yes, I'd love it."

"Great, I'll make a reservation for us," Nolan said as he put on his shoes.

"Fantastic," I replied, even though I was lost in thought.

"I will miss you and take this advice from me. Divorce the bastard before he harms you," Nolan said.

"Aye! Captain," I replied, saluting Nolan, who exited my ward. I wondered if my actions could be counted as an affair in a contract marriage or not. I took a deep breath and told myself to pretend that nothing had ever happened. After all, it is not as if I am legally married to him. After dressing up, I opened the ward door and tiptoed to escape the crowd of press waiting to ambush me as soon as they noticed my presence.

I lay on my bed, applied makeup, and combed my hair, making sure my appearance did not scream 'just got laid.' Meanwhile, outside by the hospital stairs, Nolan received a call.

"How was it?" the caller asked.

"Mission one is a clickbait," Nolan replied.

"So, we are good to proceed to phase two," the caller said.

"Yes, break a leg," Nolan replied.

"Already done," the caller said and ended the call.

Back in my ward, I was ready to leave. I opened my ward door slowly, crept out, and took a U-turn to the elevator. There, I saw someone I wished I never met. It was....

"Hello, sister. Miss me?"