My Billionaire man?

Doctor Can I be Released?

KELLY'S VIEW

I've been in this damn hospital for 3 days now, and I'm sick of it. Every night Jesse has been sleep, practically living here. I keep telling him to leave, go back to work, go home relax, I'm still going to be here. But he keep insisting no. He sleeps in my hospital bed too..... well I'm not complaining about that. Nurse Florence doesn't approve but doesn't approve, but though she smirks.

"Jesse." I say in a high pitched voice.

He comes through the door and smirks leaning against the doorway.

"Yes, amore mio." (Yes, my love.) Jesse says, in that ohhh soo sexy Italian accent, that would make any girl go wet.

"Do you speak fluent?" I ask.

"Sí." He says. Using my little Spanish skills I know he means yes. Italian and Spanish have some words in common.

"You should speak more often, its sexy."  I say, seductively. He walks toward me, and traps me on the bed. I breathe in his minty scent.

"Ti piace quando parlo italiano." He says sexy husky.

"What does that mean?" I ask.

"You like it when I speak Italian." He responds.

"Well in that case Sí." I smile.

He kisses me quick, and electricity runs throughout my whole body. He stares into my eyes full of lust, full of love.

I'm happy. Like really happy. I used to feel this kind of warmth with my family, and now Jesse.

"I'll be right back." He says.

I nod, okay.

I fake frown at him and he smirks.

Jesse has been nothing less than amazing to me, these last few days. He even moved me to a much more upgraded hospital room. I mean it's beautiful but unnecessary. Big flat screen tv, an office desk and chair, sofa, personal bathroom, mini fountain with lilies at the bottom, the whole works. Even the view from my bed which I'm still not aloud to get out of, is amazing.

I hear footsteps again. Here comes Jesse!

But it's not Jesse walking through the door, it's Dr. Massingham.

"Good morning Ms. Johnson, how are you feeling?" He ask.

"Pretty good. When can I get out this bed and start walking?" I ask.

"Ahhhh I see you tired of bed rest." He says with a smirk.

"I hate it."I complain.

"Well Ms. Johnson the piece of wood lodged in her leg, teared a muscle and hit a bone, but not breaking it." He replies.

"Okkkk.. sooo what does that mean." I ask, now bored.

"Ok tell me if you feel this." He brings out a stool from the corner and stoops down to my leg. He touches my ankle and looks up, waiting for an answer.

"Nope." I say, popping the p.

"How bout this." He moves up the my knee. "Now?"

I shake my head no.

"WHATS GOING ON!" Jesse barges into the room. Anger filled his eyes, jaw,m and fist clenched. Ohhh he's ready to fight.

"Jesse! Nothing." I say, trying to calm him down. I now realize the scene he's just walked upon. Dr. Massingham touching and feeling up my leg. I smirk inside, but for the sake of Jesse's sanity I keep a straight face.