All Good Things(3)

Was that what it was? Was I obsessed with Olivia? The only thing I had ever been obsessed with was my company...and sex. There had never been anything else to hold and demand my attention. Until Olivia.

Maybe it was obsession. And if it was, so what? I didn't care what it was. I only cared she woke up. Damn it! I just wanted her to wake up.

I stood and looked down at Trisha. She was worlds apart from Olivia. Even I knew that just by looking at her and by what I had read. Trisha was blond and bubbly. She was loud and often obnoxious. She was a tenacious flirt and she dated frequently. She held nothing on Olivia's quiet, solid demeanor. Of course, I had a background check done on Trisha as well.

"Where are you going?" Trisha demanded as I turned my back on her. I didn't owe her an explanation, but I decided it wouldn't hurt to toss the words over my shoulder.

"I'm going to check on Olivia."

I walked through the hospital I was beginning to think I knew better than the halls of the condo I'd owned for the last three years. If I was being honest, I couldn't remember the last time I spent four days straight in any one building. My assistant, Laura had brought my laptop and the documents I requested from the office when I realized I couldn't leave Olivia. She had brought them to me personally. Her eyes were filled with surprised worry. When she caught sight of Olivia resting lifelessly on the hospital bed, her eyes had widened and curiosity tainted her trained stoic features.

Laura had been with me for the last six years. She was two years older than me and she had been a loyal assistant. But nothing I did surprised the woman. She knew who I was in more ways than any assistant should. She had been subject to my every side. She often joked I was like Jackal and Hide when it came to business matters. But, I was aware I had surprised her in regards to Olivia. Her wide eyes and raised brows were all I needed to draw the conclusion. I cared for Laura, but I hated seeing the burning curiosity in her eyes as she stared dumbfounded at Olivia. I had demanded she leave and not return unless requested. That had not stopped her from calling me every day to inquire as to Olivia's state of health. Her calls only served to remind me Olivia was still unconscious.

I shook the thought from my mind as I moved along the stretch of hall that would lead me to Olivia's room. I felt like a man possessed as I moved one foot in front of the other. I was anxious to be in the room with her. I was anxious to see her again. I had been away from her for the last two hours and that was just too long. I needed to know if her state had changed. I hoped it had improved. I needed her to wake up. If she didn't, I feared I would never get any work done. I had all but forgotten about my company. If my best and only friend hadn't taken my place and the weight of my tasks onto his shoulders, I am positive I would have lost millions by now.

I reached out and twisted the knob before stepping into the silence of the room. She hadn't changed. The coma was holding tight to her. I moved and sat in the chair beside her bed. It faced the door. From this corner of the room, I could see everything.

I pulled my laptop onto my lap and powered it on. It was time I focused my attention on work. I had been neglecting my duties for too long. I opened my email, and sighed in frustration as I began opening the ones I received the day of the accident. This was going to be a long night.

Three hours later, the door handle rattled and the intruder walked in. I grinned, "Caleb, what are you doing here?"

"I took a moment away from your office to see for myself the girl who has you all twisted and hormonal." He teased, but behind the humor in his words I could hear raw curiosity and bewilderment.

"It's about time you started carrying your weight around our office." I growled. I was not joking. I had taken over Rush Industries when my father killed himself when I was twenty-two. That was six years ago. Caleb had begged and pleaded to partner with me and I saw his potential, so I agreed. Lately, he had been avoiding the office.

"Ah, Jace," Caleb shook his head. He glanced once again at Olivia. His gaze lingered and my heart burned. I didn't want him looking at her. "She's beautiful." He admitted.

"I know." I growled, and his brows rose.

"Right, well," he grinned rubbing his hands together. "I had no idea you were seeing anyone. I didn't think it was your style."

I shifted uncomfortably. "I'm not."

He frowned. "You're not seeing this girl?"

"No."

"Then, why the hell are you here?" He asked in astonishment. I'd been asking myself that very question for four days. I still didn't have an answer.

"I don't know."

"Fuck," he shook his head and chuckled. I wanted to punch him. "This chicks got you bad."