Love For Hire

Chapter 36: 36

Kinsley answered the door after buzzing Octavius in. She had been surprised he had come to see her. She stood in the doorway and watched as he stepped off the elevator and came in her direction. “Hello, Octavius.”

“Miss. Wells,” he nodded politely and then held up the tablet he had in his hand. “I am sorry to bother you, but we are leaving for Chicago in an hour. I just needed your signature,” he explained, handing it to her. She read over a digital consent form.

“What is this for?”

“It is just written consent to allow the royal family to pay off your debts and to grant them the ability to directly deposit a million dollars into your personal bank account, as agreed upon in the service contract you signed with the Prince. It is your compensation for your time.”

“Right,” She sighed. He made it all sound so casual. Like her fling with Nicholas had merely been a business arraignment. She was being paid off. Kinsley stared at the consent form. She offered it back. “I do not want the money.”

“The money is yours.”

“I told you I do not want it,” she did not want her time with Nicholas to be sullied and cheapened by getting paid.

“I have orders not to come back without your signature,” Kinsley sighed. She did not want to make things harder for Octavius. Using a stylist that clipped to the top with a magnet, Kinsley signed the digital form and handed it back to him. “Thank you, Miss. Wells.”

“How is Nicholas?” She asked before he could leave.

well as can be expected after dying and being revived. He is

wish him the

at him. “I shall

“Watch over him.”

always do,” he promised, and then Kinsley watched as Octavius

hand, she was now debt-free and a million dollars richer. She could afford to get her own place. Hell, she could buy a house outright and maybe a car too. She could even get her parents set up in a nice little place where they would not have to worry about their finances. Yes, the future

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Chicago, one

For three weeks after arriving in Chicago, the medical team’s chief goal was to help Nicholas regain his strength so that he would be strong enough to participate in the physiotherapy they had planned. So for three weeks, his only task was to eat and to keep down food. For years Nicholas despised eating because he always felt nauseous. However, since he started taking his daily injections, nausea was no longer a problem. Nicholas was able to ingest and keep down everything offered to him, and

week, he had been doing little things like lifting weight… 5lb weights. Sure the weight was on the low side, but to his withered muscular structure, they might as well had weighed 500lbs. They were trying to build upper body strength so that he might build enough muscle

was slow, but he was making progress. Physically he felt better. The nausea was gone, and his appetite returned. He had regained sensation and feeling in his body once more. He was overjoyed not to be in constant pain; he had not even needed his pain killers. His vision was still gone, and he still required his wheelchair, but even little progress was progress, and for the first time in his life, Nicholas felt hope. Hope that his life

back while Octavius knelt on the mattress next to him. Octavius had one hand on Nicholas’ knee and the other on his ankle as he lifted Nicholas’ leg up into a bent position and slowly pushed it, so his knee touched his chest before straightening out the leg and then repeating the motion. He

in the legs out and helped him keep limber enough to engage in the

to him. With Nicholas in his weakened state, Octavius had to do almost everything. He would help in and out of bed each day, in and out of his wheelchair. He helped Nicholas clean up and groom himself each day. He’d help him bathe, and then he would shave Nicholas and help him brush

would help Nicholas back into his bed. Then he would sit in a chair near the bed and read the newspaper to entertain Nicholas. Octavius was ever vigilant, and Nicholas knew even if he lived

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