Taming the billionaire's son

Chloe's POV

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I sniffed in the harsh smell of antiseptic and sanitiser; it's a smell I have become familiar with. I smiled as I stared out the window at patients sitting on the front porch; the smile was not completely real. I had a lot on my mind, and if there was anything that could stop me from thinking too much, it was the sight of patients grinning from ear to ear as they received gifts and flowers from their loved ones.
"Miss Chloe,someone called from behind. I jolted back to reality and turned to the blonde-haired gentleman standing in front of me.
"The new doctor said you are needed at the ICU now,Richard said with his eyes fixed on my body.
We've been working there for a few months now as interns, and he always calls me Miss Chloe. It was a little bit weird; the last time I told him to stop calling me Miss Chloe, he started calling me Amica Mea (my love), which was even worse. He always made it pretty obvious that he was hitting on me, which disgusted me a lot.
As I walked to the intensive care unit (ICU), I could feel him staring intensely at my backside. I picked up a folder and headed straight for the ICU.


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Alexander's POV


"We need to gather the remaining resources we have and take drastic measures."
"Have you gathered the database of the last two weeks?" I asked the skinny, middle-aged man standing in front of the projector.
"Yes, sir, this is the printout, he said, dropping it in front of me. I went through it and then nodded for him to continue his presentation.
After an hour, the meeting was adjourned. I rubbed my temple. I could feel my lower abdomen growling. I was starving. I needed to eat something before heading for the next meeting. I decided to call out to my personal assistant, Harry, so he could make some reservations. Harry walked into the door as if he knew I was about to call him. He had this worried look on his face; I couldn't quite understand his expression.
"Young master, he said, rather shaky than usual.
"Yes, Harry, go on."
"I just got a call from the head maid; she said, Your father...
"Speak up, Harry." I snapped and quickly regretted it. I was really hungry at that moment and wasn't ready to start listening to Harry count his words.
"Your father fell from the stairs and collapsed; he's currently in the hospital undergoing medical care."
"What?!"
I stood up quickly and stared at him for a while. I could see him shaking seriously.
I wouldn't blame him; that was the effect I had on everyone, even my workers and my dad's workers; they always saw me as some kind of cold-hearted beast. Well, they were right; I was cold-hearted and didn't really care about most people except for my dad; he was the only family I had, and I wasn't ready to lose him.
"Which hospital?" I asked the pale-faced assistant; he stuttered for a while.
"San Fernando Medical Centre, "he said. I could tell that he was shaking because of the way I snapped at him earlier and also because he was scared because of what happened to my father. Harry was like a second son to him.
I looked at him for a while and then left.
I walked into the tall building and could feel people staring at me. I just walked unbothered with a cold look on my face, that cold look that had always been there.
I turned to the receptionist, who was just staring at me with dreamy eyes.
"I'm looking for Mr. Roger Davis; I'm a relative."
"Uhhm...he's in ICU; it's the room on your right, "she said, still blushing sheepishly.
I walked to the room and met my father laying on the bed; the moment he saw me, he quickly sat up."
"Dad, are you okay? Does your back still hurt? Do you need me to get you something?" I asked, jumping around like a kid worried about his dad.
My father smiled widely; it was the first time in a long time he heard me call him Dad. I've always been calling him Sir, but at that moment I was so worried.
I turned around and could see Harry staring at me in bewilderment. I quickly stood up straight and adjusted my suit.
"Are you okay, Sir?" I asked him, and he laughed.
"I'm okay, my dear son. It was just a minor injury, and I'll be back on my feet before you know it, "he said, very lively with a smile. He always had that smile even when he was suffering inside. That's why it was always hard for me to tell what he was feeling.
I spoke with the doctor for a while and then decided to head out to get something to eat. There was a restaurant just outside the hospital. I walked out of the ward; there was no sign of Harry anywhere. I looked around, still searching for him. I bumped into something. I groaned in pain as I heard clashing sounds on the floor. The person stepped on me. I looked up furiously, and at that moment it felt like the world stopped. I wanted to curse the person standing in front of me, but all I did was stare like a little kid lost. I accessed the figure standing in front of me. She had dark long hair and sea blue eyes and a very sexy body, which was really obvious even with her big shirt and pants. I watched her intensely as she bent to pick the object that had just fallen. I studied her face, and she looked a bit angry.
"Hey! Can't you look where you're going? You've broken my phone." "And you can't even say sorry, you jerk."
'Jerk', did she just call me a jerk? The audacity. I wanted to tell her to shut up, but I couldn't form the words in my mouth. I just kept on staring at her, wondering what was wrong with me. I was watching this little intern insult me, and I couldn't do anything about it. She began to hit my chest angrily.
"Say you're sorry now, she was commanding me. This young girl was commanding Alexander Davis. I struggled to get words out of my mouth.
"No, I said, trying to sound as cold as ever, but my mouth failed me; it sounded more like a whisper.
"What!?"you jerk"
Here she goes again, calling me that name.
I snapped out of the trance immediately and was now fuming furiously.
"I have nothing to be sorry for, I said coldly, glaring at her. If Glares could kill, she would have been dead by now.
"What do you mean? You broke my damn phone, she said, waving the slightly broken phone in my face. From how angry she sounded, I could tell the phone was either special to her or she didn't have money to pay for a broken screen.
By now, people were already gathering around us. I looked at the girl, wondering why my cold glares weren't working on her. Most of the people I know, once I stare at them like that, would immediately feel frightened.
Harry ran towards us.
"Young master, what's going on?"
Before I could speak, the girl beat me to it.
"Tell your young master to apologise for breaking my phone, she said fearlessly. Harry stared at her in utter bewilderment; he never imagined anyone would have the mind to speak to his young master like that.
"You stepped on me, so clean my shoes, and that's an order!!" I snapped and could feel the people around me stiffen except the girl in front of me.
"Sure thing, Boss, she said with a smile. I smirked. It looks like I have finally won, I thought to myself, but what happened next left me in shock. She picked up a cup of milkshake that was on a table and poured everything on me, then smirked deviously and swayed her hips left and right as she walked away. "Harry, catch that girl!!" I screamed like a kid that was just bullied by some older boys.
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