A Wifey for the Bad Boy(130)

“So we finally talked to Mr. Attractive Fast Respondent?” Alexis said with a smile.

“I did. And we are having coffee later this week,” Tasha said. Alexis pretended to choke on her waffle bite.

“That was fast. How did we go from not talking at all to a date?” she asked.

“We are not having a date. We are just having coffee.”

Alexis smiled.

“Ergo, you and Mr. Attractive Fast Respondent…” Alexis started before Tasha put a finger up.

“Michael Wyler,” she said and Alexis nodded.

“Alright, you and Michael Wyler are actually having a date. I mean, it’s not like you are just going to sit across each other having coffee or anything,” Alexis went on.

“Stop being a know it all,” Tasha said laughing as she shook her head. Alexis laughed.

She had known Tasha for almost six years and if there was one thing she knew ever so well, it was the fact that she could tell how her friend acted when she was smitten and boy, was she smitten. But then again, they were both hiding the reality of what they were feeling.



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It was a little after three when Alexis got back to Sean’s place and as soon as she walked into the house, she heard loud music coming from upstairs. Without even going up there, she knew that the music was coming from the master bedroom. She rolled her eyes and set the grocery bags she was holding on the kitchen counter before she began making her way upstairs.

“Seriously?” she wondered out loud when she got to the door. She knocked softly on the heavy wooden door before she opened it. She sighed when she saw the empty bed. She walked over to the bed and picked up the remote which was on the night stand and switched off the music.

“Sean? Are you in here?” she called out as she looked around the big room. The door to the bathroom was open so she was sure that Sean was not there. “Sean?” she called out again.

“Why did I have to get the most difficult patient in LA?” she thought as she walked out of the bedroom. She walked back downstairs and headed straight for the living room. She was almost a hundred per cent sure that Sean was there.

“Like clockwork,” she thought as she stood at the doorway looking at a sleeping Sean.

When she first found out that she was going to be working at Sean Elliot’s place, Alexis was overjoyed. Not only did she get to work at a celebrity’s house, but she also got to make what she called a shitload of money. But as she came to realize, Sean was not just any patient, he was every nurse’s nightmare. Somehow, it was like he was allergic to following the doctor’s orders. He was not even supposed to be downstairs.

She began to slowly walk towards him and when she got close enough she realized that there was no sign of a walking cane, something he was never supposed to do without. She was just about to make her way out of the living room when she heard his loud alarm piercing through the serenity of the mansion. Sean’s eyelids fluttered open and Alexis gave him a disappointed look.

“Sleep well?” she asked as she looked at him. He ran his fingers through his hair. “How did you get down here? I don’t see a cane around.”

“You don’t?” Sean asked as he stifled a yawn.

“You know you are supposed to keep the weight off that leg for at least twelve weeks straight,” she pointed out. Sean tried to stand up and she almost ran up to where he was. “Stay put. I’ll get the cane for you.” She helped him settle in his seat before she ran upstairs to the master bedroom where she found his cane next to the bed. She then made her way back to the living room where she found him about to take his pills. “What do you think you are doing?” she asked.

“It’s time to take my pills. That was the whole point of the alarm,” he said matter of factly as he put a selection of pills into a pill crusher.

“Your pills are too strong, Sean. You know you have to eat something before you take your medication right?” she asked. She didn’t know whether Sean could tell that she was angry with him by the way she was looking at him.

“I had some potato chips an hour ago,” he said, ready to pop the pills into his mouth.

“For starters, potato chips are not food. They are not even healthy and two, give me these,” she said as she took the pill crusher from him and walked to the kitchen. She put it down on the counter and looked at Sean who was now slowly making his way to the kitchen.

“Hey, I need those,” Sean said.

“You’ll have them after food,” she said looking right into his eyes. He was now standing right in front of her on the other side of the counter. She sighed and walked over to the fridge and opened it. “I’ll fix you something,” she said as she looked into the fridge.