Why did he have to say those words?

I sat on my desk and pointed at the chair next to me so he could sit.

"Wow, you're a big deal here, eh miss hotshots..." Juan said but I snap

"Shut up Juan shut the fuck up. What are you doing here, I thought we said

everything last night," I said in Italian. I had not even noticed, I was pressing on

my broken wrist and it started bleeding through. Just a little blood though.

"I need to talk to you again. I'm sorry about yesterday. I just noticed that you have

a lot of power here. I'm so proud of you." He looked at my arm and then worry

grew "What happened to your hand it wasn't like that last night?"

"I don't think you caused a commotion in my office just for small talk. Why are

you really here?" I asked, irritated.

"If you don't remember Chloe-bear you walked out on our conversation and put it

on hold. I would like to continue where we left off." He said with a serious tone.

"First of all don't call me that my name is Chloe and second I walked out because

you showed me your true colors and I already gave you my answer about Alexa

and it’s final. Telling me how it was my fault our father died and I don't want

anything to do with you, Juan." I got up walking towards the door but stopped my

tracks when I heard his next words.

"You are very selfish and heartless. You even call our mother by her name she is

fucking dying Chloe. What do you do? Sit here in your high and mighty chair with

all this money that was handed down to you by your sugar daddy or whatever

Moretti was to you. Hiding behind all that money is making you a selfish bitch

with no soul." He spat out at me.

Oh even God knew there was no stopping me now. I walked over to him and

slapped him. My broken hand is in for a ride today but that's just it I did not feel

any pain. The anger numbed me.

Another slap again

"First off talking about my FATHER like that is way out of line don't you dare.

Moretti was the one who took me in when you all abandoned me and left me for

dead on the Italian streets. Second, I built half of this company. If you haven't been

reading your tabloid it took me a long time to get here since papa started training

me after business school." I punched him hard on his face and my blood was over

his face. Now my hand started hurting I could feel it really bad. Tears started

running down my face. Thank God, I did not wear makeup ever. "You thought it

was easy the first few nights on the streets with no food, clothes or even shelter for

the rainy days, and now you think you can sit here and tell me that I hide behind

money? Screw you, Juan. Get the fuck out of my building." I was crying and

raging. I walked to the door and opened it. He tried to say something but I stopped

him before he even started.

"Juan we never had the same childhood with this woman so you go and enjoy what

time you have left with her. I have a life here now and I never want to see you

again." He hesitated "NOW." I said in growl and with that, Juan left my office.

I walked into my bathroom and cried. However, I had to see a doctor so I got

myself together, washed my face with my good hand and took my purse.

As I walked out of my office, my employees were looking at me perplexed. Maybe

because of Juan's bloody jaw or my bloody hand that could be broken out of my

veins. I might even take a personal day if these people kept staring at me like that.

I walked to my car and I knew Jahid would not let it go this time

"What happened?" he asked curiously.

"I really don't want to talk to Jahid. Just drive, hospital please"

I looked out the window all the way to the hospital. Deep in thought.

Walked through the doors to the emergency and up to the receptionist.

"Hi, I would like to see Dr. Furry," I said to her trying to be nice but she didn't

even look up at me.

"You have to book an appointment, it could take up to 3 weeks and fill out this

form," she handed it to me without even looking at me.

Nobody ever disrespected me like this anywhere and I am in a particularly bad

mood right now.

"How about we do this again, maybe try looking up this time I want Dr. Furry so

can you page her?" I said to her more seriously.

"Miss how about you...," she said looking up then stopped "Ms. Moretti... I am so

sorry I will page her right away. It's a pleasure to have you here." I looked at her

and just waved my hand at her.

"You won’t be so lucky next time and it might cost you your job."

Soon enough I saw Dr. Furry walking towards me. I was excited to see her again

after all this time. This is not the first time I am here for breaking a bone. I did a lot

of punching after papa died and Kim was always there for me. It is so good to see

her again.

"Kim! Hey, how are you?" I said giving her a hug

"Hi Chloe I am good but you not so much I'm guessing?" she looked at my wrist.

"Oh yeah, that I have been in a little bit of trouble yesterday. See, some douche at a

bar tried to harass me and failed terribly at it. Leading to a few torn ligaments I had

it patched but then today my emotions got the better of me and my brother's face

endured the consequences." I said, feeling a little embarrassed.

"Oh Chloe," she giggled, "I'll have the head of the department fix that up for you."

"I thought you were the head?" I asked questioningly

"Oh no sweetie I got a promotion so they had this new doctor take my place and he

is quite charming." she wiggled her brows.

"I do not think I will find him charming. Now can I see this doctor?"

"Sure dearie right this way,"

She took out her pager on our way to the examination room and tapped a button

I'm guessing that was the doctor she paged.

I sat there waiting for him. I was trying to work with my one good hand.

"Hello, Ms. Moretti. What brings you to my ER today?" There was a hint of a

smile in his voice. I know that voice I've heard it before

"Doctor Jones?" I said surprised as I looked up. It was him.

Those eyes, that jawline.

Damn.

Him again!