“Boss won't like to be touched by an unqualified nurse who has no license.” The mafia boss was shot by a rival and he is urgently in need of medical attention but his doctor was in another state attending to an emergency situation. Raine is a nurse but she lost her medical license due to professional misconduct by diverting drugs for the benefit of her boyfriend, Andrew. Raine was called to give the boss first aid before his doctor arrive but she was scared because first, she is not a doctor, she is just a nurse; secondly, she doesn't have her medical license to practice as a nurse. Find out what will happen to Raine if she helps the boss before his doctor arrives.
View MoreRaine's POVRelief was an understatement to what I'd felt as Mrs. Quincy warmly welcomed me into their family. Unexpected as it was,it momentarily chased away the knot of unease and anxiety in my stomach. Following her lead, I loosened up a bit, a shy smile gracing my lips. As we entered the house, my senses were bombarded. High ceilings, gilded chandeliers, polished marble floors, and an air of grandeur that whispered of old money and generations of privilege. I tried to keep my gaze nonchalant, not wanting to appear overwhelmed by the extravagance surrounding me.We settled into a plush living room, the air thick with a nervous anticipation. Just then, a new figure entered the room, Mira, a woman radiating warmth and effortless beauty. Her eyes, the same shade as that of Mr. Jones', widened in surprise as she took us in."Look who we have here," she said, her voice laced with amusement, as she approached Mr. Jones. She leaned in, giving him a tight hug, her laughter tinkling l
Raine's POVThe car sped away from the mansion, the silence broken only by the hum of the car. In my nervous state, I stole glances at Mr. Jones, my heart hammering quietly against my ribs. Each time I peeped his way, our eyes seemed to lock, sending a spark through me. His gaze lingered a beat too long, a warmth forming beneath its usual intensity. My cheeks flushed under his eyes, a blush that felt unfamiliar and thrilling.Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he spoke. "Your dress is beautiful, by the way," he said, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down my spine.The simple compliment, coming from him, felt like a declaration. "It's nothing special," I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper. Thank you," I added shyly, the gratitude laced with a strange new nervousness.Maybe it was the unexpected vulnerability I'd seen in him earlier, the way his facade had cracked for a brief moment. Or maybe it was the way his eyes seemed to see right through me, to a part of
Raine's POVThe feeble light of the morning passed through the windows, waking me from my sleep. Every morning in Mr Jones house had the same routine: dragging myself out of bed, the remnants of yesterday's activities flooding through my head like a strong wave. Then, a quick trip to the bathroom for a splash of water on my face, trying to scrub away the lingering fatigue.But today, there was a little difference in the routine. Paul's tiny crib sat nestled in the corner of the room, I could still remember how I pleaded for me to bring him to my room. He stirred, a soft gurgle escaping his lips. My heart tugged at the sight. I longed to be the one to scoop him up every morning, to soothe him awake, but a new reality had settled in my shoulders like a heavy weight.Since arriving at Mr. Jones' mansion, the carefully orchestrated world felt suffocating. Gone were the days of juggling a job and caring for Paul on my own. Here, a starched and proper housekeeper stays with him every mornin
Mr Jones POVHours had melted away, the cursor blinking at me as if it is reminding me to finally get some work done. The glow of the laptop screen cast it weird blue light across my face, exposing worry lines of printed on my forehead. But work was the furthest thing from my mind. All I could see was Raine, her determined brown eyes and the way her brow furrowed in concentration as she asked him those questions.I've been thinking about her from the very first time of meeting her after my surgery. It wasn't just the near death experience or our night together that had charmed me. It was the way she'd disappeared like a wisp of smoke after the memories we created that night. Ever since she left, she'd been a persistent thought, like a song set on repeat, playing at the back of my mind. I'd tried everything to find her secretly, I even hired someone to look for her aside Andrew, but Raine was like a ghost, she vanished like thin air.I sighed as frustration gripped me. There was an un
Raine's POV My jaw dropped in surprise. Had I really just heard that? "What did you say?" I blurted out, hope flickering in my chest. Maybe I had misheard. Maybe he wasn't as confusing as I thought.He gave me a curt look, but there was a flicker of something in his eyes , I couldn't decipher it because it was gone as quickly as it appeared. "I said you shouldn't be messing with the flowers," he repeated, his voice regaining its gruffness."No," I pressed, refusing to let it go. "You said something after that. What was it? I didn't catch it."He hesitated, then mumbled something under his breath. "Well, that's a relief," he muttered finally, before turning and heading back towards the house.This time, curiosity burning bright inside me, I abandoned the weeding and followed him. His retreating figure disappeared through the back door. I quickened my pace, determined to get an answer.Inside, he led me down a hallway lined with portraits of stern-faced ancestors, their eyes se
Raine's POVI cracked one eye open, then the other, I blink in confusion. Rays of sunlight streamed through a gap in the curtains, showing it stripes across the unfamiliar room. I looked around the room and I was shocked for a moment before yesterday's memories flooded in. A new day in Mr. Jones' house, then.I pushed myself up, the sheets tangling around my legs. This room is now mine, of course. It was neat and elegantly furnished and the air smelled strongly of lavender and mint.Needing to clear my head, I stumbled towards the bathroom, the floor cold beneath my bare feet. A quick splash of cool water on my face did little to ease the knot of worry tightening in my gut. My mind went to Maria. I should apologize to her first thing this morning. I just pray my stay here won't be a mess The layout of Mr. Jones' house wasn't completely strange to me. Memories of the house arrangements took over me as I navigated the hallway, unlike my arrival yesterday, my steps were purposeful
Raine's POVThe afternoon sun slopped through the windows of my new room, casting long shadows across the room. Paul was fast asleep on the couch, I sat down beside him, so lost in my thoughts. Placing together the fragments of a future that I'm looking forward to. The sharp rap on the door nearly made me jump out of my skin.Straightening my clothes, I walked towards the door. Swinging the door open, I was met with the unexpected sight of Andrew, the last person I want to see. He stood there, holding my suitcase with a bewildered expression. I stepped aside to let him in.As Andrew entered the room, his gaze flicked past me and landed on the couch across the room. His eyes widened. Curled up there, fast asleep, was Paul. An awkward silence stretched between us, broken only by Andrew's muttered, "You are full of surprises, ain't you?"Trying to mask my own unease, I managed a bitter laugh. "Guess that makes two of us, then."But his attention wasn't on me. Instead, he kept staring at
Raine's POVThe vibrating sound of the helicopter blades grew louder as I approached, a rhythm of coarse sound similar to the panic hammering in my heart. I looked at Mr. Jones who stood by the open door, like a solitary figure against the wideness of the landing area. The feeling of relief was far from me as I take a step but at least Andrew wasn't here to witness this next step.Mr Jones reached out to help me as I got near, his touch surprisingly gentle as he took Paul from my arms. It allowed me to clamber into the leather seat with a surprising lack of grace. Once settled, he carefully placed Paul back on my lap, securing him with a harness.He is getting more unpredictable every time. I saw a flicker of something unreadable passed through his eyes before he settled into the seat beside me. My gaze went to the pilot. The pilot, a man with a weathered face and a no-nonsense air, his voice emotionless as he began his pre-flight checks. The rhythmic whirring of the blades intensif
Raine's POV"Home?" The word echoed in the vast emptiness of my mind, bouncing around the disoriented thought in my mind and landing heavily in my gut. Home. What did that even mean anymore? Angeles, which I ran away from my past and the unfading memories of it, used to be home. Here, in this city with Rebecca, a sense of belonging had bloomed, a comfort zone, felt like home. But most importantly, anywhere with Paul cradled in my arms felt like home, this is an undeniable truth that warmed the hollowness inside me.Mr. Jones, though… he was the furthest thing from the picture of home I could imagine. Sure, I had stayed in his extravagant house for a few days, I'd worn his oversized shirts, the comfortable cotton felt like the stark contrast to the life I'd left behind. We'd exchanged short conversations, we had shared a night thick with unspeakable tension. We'd even shared a single night drinking, a desperate attempt to be normal, even that obviously backfired on us. But none of t
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