Sereia's POV
I watched my father's heart rate on the monitor as the machine slowly beeped.
He was still the same.
My mother was beside me knitting.
Yes, she knits.
At least she's not sniffing crack in the bathroom. Right now, at least.
Surprisingly, she was acting quite tolerable.
"What do you do for a living, baby?" she asked as she continued to knit the pink sweater.
"Office work," I kept the details very simple and limited.
"Are you happy?" she asked as she looked up at me.
Honestly, I didn't know, so I just ignored her.
The door opened before Elliot walked in holding two coffees.
I honestly don't know why he's here.
His schedule is extremely packed this week and he doesn't even know my father.
But I'm glad he's here. He keeps me calm.
He handed one coffee to my mother and handed me the other.
I know that he'll never drink coffee made in a hospital, but he never said that out loud.
"Thank you, sweety," my mother smiled at him. "Baby, your boyfriend is such a gentleman."
Why does she keep doing this?
I looked down. "I told you already, Mom. He's just my boss."
Elliot shot me a devious smile as he sat next to me.
His hand grabbed my thigh and I gasped. "So I'm just your boss now?"
I avoided eye contact with him at all costs.
He squeezed my thigh tighter. "Come on, don't lie in front of your parents. Am I just your boss, Sereia?"
My mother watched me waiting for an answer and my heart started beating faster.
He's made my heart rate rise so many times that I'm probably at risk of a heart attack.
Luckily, we're currently in a hospital.
"I-you're-"
I couldn't find any words to answer him and he laughed before he removed his hand from my thigh.
"I'm just playing with you, Sereia."
Since we shared that kiss in his office yesterday, we haven't gotten to talk about it.
I know how he feels, but I don't know where he stands.
Does that make sense?
What is he going to do? Was that a one-time thing? Was this something we're going to make happen regularly? What!?
Now the man who helped me stop overthinking was the current cause for my overthinking.
I turned to him, tired of us avoiding this conversation. "Are you just my boss?"
His smile faded. "Of course not."
"Then what are we?"
He looked at my mother and then my father's unconscious body. "Is this really the place and time you want to talk about this?"
I turned away from him and began drinking my coffee because he was right.
We can't discuss this matter here, right now.
"Are you willing to hire me, young man?" my mother asked. "I can clean or organize things."
"Sure, just swing by headquarters," Elliot easily agreed.
"No," I interrupted. "You're not working the same place as me."
Even if she did, she won't last long.
When she gets her first paycheck she'll be gone.
"It's fine," he told me. "She can just work at one of the branches."
I let out a deep breath. "No, she can't-"
"Silus!?" my mother shouted as she ran to my father's bed.
I turned to see him lying with his eyes open.
"Dad," I ran to him.
"Violet?" he called and my heart broke.
"No, it's Sereia."
"Where's Violet?" he asked. "Tell me I just woke up from a bad dream. Tell me everything is normal. Tell me Violet is here."
I stayed quiet as he watched me in disappointment.
I was not Violet. I was not his favourite child.
I knew he secretly wished that it was me who died that day.
"You're in the hospital," I explained to him. "Why didn't you tell me that you were sick? Why didn't you call me?"
"Why am I here?" he asked. "Why are you saving me!?"
He began to pull the tubes from his body. "Just let me die in peace. That'll be the last favour you do for me."
"You're not dying," I argued as I tried to hold him down.
He slapped my hand away. "Leave me alone child! If it was you who died I wouldn't be in this situation!"
"Silus!" my mother tried to calm him down and I took slow steps back.
Elliot immediately got up and wrapped his hands around me.
"Is that how you talk to your only, living child?" he asked my father angrily. "The one who spent her free time wasting away here with you?"
Instant guilt flashed on my father's face but he was too stubborn to apologize to me.
He faced forward with his arms crossed.
"You want to die? Fine," I told him. "Die."
"Sereia," my mother cried but I ignored her as I stormed out.
Tears flowed out of my eyes as I walked the dull hallway.
I want to hate him so bad, but I can't.
He's my father that I love.
"Sereia," Elliot was quick to follow me.
"Let's get out of here," I said as I held back my tears. "I want to get as far as possible from here."
He nodded before pulling me into his chest and leading me out of the hospital.
Now look who's the one that can easily navigate this hospital.
When we entered the back of his car, his driver Michael took off. "Where to?"
Elliot looked down on me. "Where do you want to go?"
"Anywhere but here," I said as I pulled away from his chest. "Can I kiss you?"
He smiled as he wiped my tears. "You don't have to ask. You can use me anytime you want."
I smiled before I kissed him.
He kissed me back as he wrapped his arms around my waist and brought me to his lap.
He pulled away before trailing kisses down my neck to my breasts, then to my neck again.
I closed my eyes and threw my head back when he settled on one spot that tingled every part of me.
I let out a soft moan as he sucked the area which caused me immense pleasure.
He smiled before returning me back to the seat beside me.
"Enough," he said. "You're trouble."
He knew that he couldn't resist me.
"When are you going back to speak with your father?" he asked.
"Never."
He sighed. "Sereia, the man is dying. Don't make him leave on bad terms with you."
"I don't want to hear it," I told him and the car fell silent.
After a couple of minutes, I looked to see him staring at a stock value blankly.
"Elliot," I said but he didn't hear. "Elliot!"
He finally looked at me. "Yes?"
"What's on your mind?"
He immediately buried his face in his palms. "I'm so selfish."
"What?" I asked confused. "Why?"
He looked at me. "What am I really doing with you Sereia? I'm betraying Olivia and Blake."
Well, Olivia is a spoiled, egotistical bully and Blake tried to force me to have sex with him.
I didn't think either of them deserved his loyalty, but I kept my opinion to myself.
I intertwined my hand with his. "If you want us to stop, we'll stop."
"That's the thing," he said. "I don't want to stop. I want more."
"How about we take things slow until you're willing to tell them," I suggested with a smile.
Although it hurt me to not further our connection.
Despite me having problems with them, these were his people and I could tell the guilt was eating him up inside.
My intention never was to make him feel this way and it never will be.
He smiled before he kissed my cheek. "That sounds like a good idea."