Sweet Billionaire Stepbrother(20)

All I knew was that Seth Matthews was going to f*ck Layla to win a damn bet. I’d heard his friends talk about it in the men’s room. I had to find them before that happened. Dread rose in my chest. What if I was too late?

A woman’s scream tore through me. The panic in her voice was undeniable.

Layla? Please God, no.

I bolted toward the high pitched sound with my heart in my throat.

Fuck.

I’m going to kill a man tonight.

I was willing go against every oath I’d made to preserve life to protect her.

If he’s hurt one hair on her head . . .

Grunting, I exhaled a heavy breath as I reached the source of the screams. Without thinking, I kicked the door open with such force it hit the wall with a loud thud.

Bursting forward, I stopped in my tracks.

What. The. Fuck?

A man lay on the floor with his pants around his knees and froth spilling from the corners of his mouth. His eyes had rolled backwards into his head. A woman leaned against the wall, her dress pulled down to her waist with her tits fully exposed, shock and streaks of mascara littered her face.

“What’s going on?” I yelled at her. “Talk to me!”

Ignoring the state of the filthy floor, I fell to my knees and gripped the man’s chin, lifting his head backwards to open his airways.

“I . . . I don’t know. I was giving him head and then . . . he went limp and then . . . this.” Sobs raked her skinny body as she pointed to the guy on the floor while his body shuddered with convulsions.

“Pull up your dress,” I commanded as heads appeared in the doorway. She nodded and did as she was told. Thank f*ck. I didn’t need to deal with a half-naked woman whilst working on her date. In a softer tone, I said, “Calm down, sweetheart.” I gave her my best smile. “Take a few deep breaths. I’ve got this, okay?”

Returning my attention to the poor f*cker on the floor, I loosened the tie around his neck before pulling his pants up to cover his dick. He was having an epileptic fit. This chick must’ve caused the wires in his brain to fuse and blow.

“A doctor . . . we need a doctor,” she panted, her eyes still wide as reality slowly sunk in.

“I’m a doctor,” I told her calmly. She was about to completely lose her shit and I couldn’t deal with that right now. I needed to get the man to a safe position and then get out of there to find Layla. Every minute that passed was freaking me the f*ck out.

“Thank God,” she said as new tears streamed down her face, adding to the mess she already was. I wanted to hug her to calm her and assure her that tomorrow they’d both laugh about it, but my mind was focused on another woman who needed me more. My Lala.

“Call an ambulance,” I told a guy who’d stepped into the small room. He hesitated. “Now!” I demanded in a loud voice. Instead of responding, he stood still staring with a gaping mouth, first at the man on the floor then at the woman.

The guy’s seizure was lasting longer than a few minutes and I was trying hard not to show my concern. I turned him to his side to prevent saliva from blocking his airway and to help him breathe more easily. Fortunately he wasn’t too heavy.

“He . . . he’s not breathing!” the girl sobbed. “Help him, please!” She sank to the floor beside the man and stroked his hair while calling his name.

“Jack. Oh God, Jack, wake up!” she cried, her hand pressed to his cheek.

“Listen to me, sweetheart. He’s going to be fine.” I reached out and closed my hand over hers, squeezing hard to force her to look at me. “This happens when the chest muscles tighten during a phase of the seizure. As soon as it ends, the muscles will relax by themselves and his breathing will normalize.”

“Are you sure?”

“I guarantee it.”

As soon as I had this man’s seizure under control, I’d hand him over to the medics and be gone. As frightening as it appeared there wasn’t much more I could do for him other than to ensure he was safe at that moment. “His doctor will have to treat him further.”

I turned back to the other man. “Have you called the ambulance?”

“No.” The scowl on his face deepened. “Let the motherf*cker die.”

“What?”

“He . . . that’s my boyfriend,” the woman said, nodding her head in the direction of the guy who stood in the doorway.

I blinked a few times as I took the information in. It didn’t make sense. “Who is this on the floor?”

“The * screwing my girl,” the guy spat out, his arms crossed over his chest.

Oh f*ck. This was all I needed, to get caught up in shit like this. “Hey, I understand your anger, but right now he’s totally out of it. Help me here, please dude.”

“I’m sorry,” the woman said, “But . . . I really love Jack.” She gestured between herself and the stunned man. “We . . . you and I are over.”

Fuck me. A girl breaking up with her boyfriend while the guy she was giving head to was lying on the floor out cold. Could this night get any f*cking worse? I’d never find Layla in time if I had to deal with this crap.





16: Layla


“Where are you taking me?” I looked up at Seth, biting my lip as my anxiety grew.

“To my car, babe.” He dragged me through the entrance and into the cool night air.