Get Me Married

Chapter 2: the beginning

no longer liked it on me.  The phone beeped and it signified that she had picked up the phone, finally. “Good day ma’am” her voice came from the other end of the line. She sounded breathless and nervous. “Get me in touch with Samantha Brandon, I need to know her where about immediately” I said to her. “Yes ma’am” she said immediately, still trying to catch her breath. “Keep the private jet ready for me, I might be leaving town soon” I added “Yes ma’am” she repeated. “And the day you miss one of my calls again, bear it in mind that you will loose your job that same day” I said sternly before hanging up, without allowing her to explain herself. ******* GENESIS I stared in my sleep, an excruciating pain shut into my head as I turned around on the bed, my hands automatically found my duvet and I dragged it over my body, I felt feverish and cold. I literally shivered. Then I felt someone turn on the lights, it felt like it could make me go blind forever.  My hands voluntarily went to my face and covered my eyes. “Rise and shine baby” I could hear Nate speaking cheerfully. I groaned at the sound of his voice, every thing was irritating to me that morning. “Come on, its noon” the bed dipped under his weight as he came closer to me. “Babe, you can’t sleep all day” he said again and I groaned louder in frustration, he was clearly annoying me that morning. My eyes slowly opened and closed again when the lighting that came from the room felt unbearable. But I opened it up again and allowed my eyes adjust to the light before I turned slowly to Nate. “My head hurts” I said in a voice that could express how I felt at that moment. “It’s called a hangover, you drank a lot last night” he smiled at me. “I have always drank a lot, it has never hurt this way” I added. He suddenly stared at me concerned and came closer. His hands went to my head and then my neck. “Shit, you have caught a fever” he said with concern written all over his voice. “Great, awesome” I said sarcastically and he groaned. He got up from the bed and went over to the first aid kit and brought out a thermometer. He came back to the bed and he gestured me to open my mouth which I did. He placed the thermometer in my mouth and came down from the bed again. I fell ill, I never fell ill. I was always immune strong and was always strong, how could I had fallen sick? I needed to go back home and great…….. I fell sick. When Nate came back, his hands were filled with tablets and drugs. I rolled my eyes and almost whimpered at the thought of taking those drugs. I hated drugs, I hated it so bad, I felt like I could shed tears at the sight of it. He pulled out the thermometer from my mouth and gaped at me. While I felt cold, I was beginning to fill so cold it felt like I should just wrap myself into my body but that was impossible. “Babe, we are going to the hospital” Nate said and my eyes shut open. “What? No” I protested. “You are burning up beyond words Genesis, you need more than this routine drugs” he said and came down from the bed. He walked over the ward rope and searched for a shirt for himself. “I will be fine, come on don’t stress” I insisted when I saw him taking out my clothes too. He gave me no response and came back with the clothes he held in his hands. The look on his face proved he wasn’t going to listen to anything I had to say. I actually regretted why I followed him to his apartment, I should have gone back to the apartment I shared with the girls and sleep myself to stupor and I didn’t. “Babe, I can’t take you back home looking sick please” his eyes softened and the concern in his voice was more profound. “Where the hell are you going to get money for. ….” “Shhhh, let’s get to the hospital first” he interrupted. I became more worried, I knew Nate for sure would do anything for me if he could and that was what scared me. I didn’t want him spending all he had because I was sick, he still had to go home and see his parents and get a job. “Come on, I am not changing my mind” he said and helped me up. Getting up made my headache worse, I could barely stand up at the state I was in. But I had to, I needed to change the party clothes I used in sleeping into something more appealing before I get dragged to the hospital. So