magazines have come in and I see a picture of billionaire Archer Phillips on one of the covers. Now that’s the kind of guy I need in my life. I’m pretty sure that being his girlfriend would be a lot better than Jack’s girlfriend any day.
I walk into the living room and turn on the TV to watch my favorite show to forget that this day ever happened.
Things will get better.
I still have my job, my health, and I’ve just made a new investment in a technology company that I’m sure will provide a silver lining to my life.
Chapter 1
My mouth drops open as I read the medical file.
My new patient is the Archer Phillips - the infamous billionaire playboy, charming socialite and headline hunter.
The man whose father left him a billion dollar pharmaceutical company - which supplies almost every hospital and pharmacy in the US. It was a big responsibility when it was handed to him ten years ago, when he was just eighteen years old. He was expected to rule the company with the same vigor that his father did. He was expected to be shaking hands with Presidents, holidaying in the Swiss Alps and working twelve hours a day.
Problem was, Archer wasn’t ready for that life.
Saying he liked to party would be a massive understatement.
That’s what we all saw in the newspapers every weekend.
The papers loved him and he seemed to love having his face in the paper – along with a string of stunningly beautiful women.
I thought he would have grown out of it. I thought the responsibility of running a billion dollar company would have taken precedence over wild parties.
But ten years later, it seems nothing has changed.
And by the way he has acted in that decade, I am surprised that he was still able to grow the business even further.
He must have amazing staff working for him.
According to his file, Archer was admitted after he fell off of a balcony at one of his fancy parties over in the Hamptons - aka Rich People County.
Of course, he was drunk.
The fall must have been quite high because he has caused injury to his lower back.
The notes also state that he also can’t remember much about what happened, so he may also have slight amnesia or could be suffering from shock. My guess is that it’s a little of both. He’s also on tons of painkillers to ease the pain of the injuries he’s suffered.
I place the file down and walk toward the hospital bed.
This isn’t just any hospital bed either. This hospital room would be like a fancy hotel for the average person. I work as a nurse in the best hospital in the country.
And I love my job.
As I look over the still body of Archer, even through all of the cuts and bruises, he still looks impossibly handsome.
Even more handsome than the pictures I have seen in the papers.
His body is strong and toned and he has nothing but muscles on top of muscles.
In my lonely moments, I often had fantasies about Archer Phillips.
Some of those fantasies included Archer riding a white stallion and rescuing me from an oncoming stampede of horses. He rides up on his beautiful horse, picks me up in his strong arms, and we ride to the sunset together.
Sigh…
With as much medicine they had to give him to sedate him, he wasn’t going to be waking up any time soon.
I knew that it was going to be very interesting considering he came into the hospital yelling and trying to throw his money at us all. I don’t know if it was the alcohol or all the pain that he was in, but he really came off as a snobby jerk.
It was a quiet night in the ER before he came in the ambulance. His party crew came shortly behind him.
It took us two hours to calm them down and clear them out of the waiting room because they were upsetting all of the other families that were sitting in there.
And once Archer came out of surgery we felt it was good to keep him sedated and away from the crowd just for the sake of peace.
Besides
I walk into the living room and turn on the TV to watch my favorite show to forget that this day ever happened.
Things will get better.
I still have my job, my health, and I’ve just made a new investment in a technology company that I’m sure will provide a silver lining to my life.
Chapter 1
My mouth drops open as I read the medical file.
My new patient is the Archer Phillips - the infamous billionaire playboy, charming socialite and headline hunter.
The man whose father left him a billion dollar pharmaceutical company - which supplies almost every hospital and pharmacy in the US. It was a big responsibility when it was handed to him ten years ago, when he was just eighteen years old. He was expected to rule the company with the same vigor that his father did. He was expected to be shaking hands with Presidents, holidaying in the Swiss Alps and working twelve hours a day.
Problem was, Archer wasn’t ready for that life.
Saying he liked to party would be a massive understatement.
That’s what we all saw in the newspapers every weekend.
The papers loved him and he seemed to love having his face in the paper – along with a string of stunningly beautiful women.
I thought he would have grown out of it. I thought the responsibility of running a billion dollar company would have taken precedence over wild parties.
But ten years later, it seems nothing has changed.
And by the way he has acted in that decade, I am surprised that he was still able to grow the business even further.
He must have amazing staff working for him.
According to his file, Archer was admitted after he fell off of a balcony at one of his fancy parties over in the Hamptons - aka Rich People County.
Of course, he was drunk.
The fall must have been quite high because he has caused injury to his lower back.
The notes also state that he also can’t remember much about what happened, so he may also have slight amnesia or could be suffering from shock. My guess is that it’s a little of both. He’s also on tons of painkillers to ease the pain of the injuries he’s suffered.
I place the file down and walk toward the hospital bed.
This isn’t just any hospital bed either. This hospital room would be like a fancy hotel for the average person. I work as a nurse in the best hospital in the country.
And I love my job.
As I look over the still body of Archer, even through all of the cuts and bruises, he still looks impossibly handsome.
Even more handsome than the pictures I have seen in the papers.
His body is strong and toned and he has nothing but muscles on top of muscles.
In my lonely moments, I often had fantasies about Archer Phillips.
Some of those fantasies included Archer riding a white stallion and rescuing me from an oncoming stampede of horses. He rides up on his beautiful horse, picks me up in his strong arms, and we ride to the sunset together.
Sigh…
With as much medicine they had to give him to sedate him, he wasn’t going to be waking up any time soon.
I knew that it was going to be very interesting considering he came into the hospital yelling and trying to throw his money at us all. I don’t know if it was the alcohol or all the pain that he was in, but he really came off as a snobby jerk.
It was a quiet night in the ER before he came in the ambulance. His party crew came shortly behind him.
It took us two hours to calm them down and clear them out of the waiting room because they were upsetting all of the other families that were sitting in there.
And once Archer came out of surgery we felt it was good to keep him sedated and away from the crowd just for the sake of peace.
Besides
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