Chapter 8 Is he Bipolar

Hillary POV

"Dad!" I sniffled as I stood in front of my father's grave with lilies in my hand. It was my father's favorite flower when he was alive. As I dropped the lilies on his grave, tears pooled out of my eyes and I knelt in front of him. "I'm sorry you didn't get to walk me down the aisle!" I wiped the tears off my face but it wouldn't stopped pooling out. "you shouldn't have died yet father," I bite my lips as I lamented about my father's death. If he were to be alive, he would have given his word of encouragement like he always does.

"Your time will come Hillary," Those were my father's last words to me. If I had knew that he would die soon, I would have spent a lot of times with him.

"Everything is going to be alright,"Loukas said as he was wheeled towards me by Rotimi. They had paid for everything and I was grateful that they could help me even though Loukas still acted like a dick, I could never forget what he did for me. "Your father is proud of you," Loukas placed his hands on my shoulder and squeezed it gently. "You are a strong girl," he stated.

I nodded in response and turned to face him. Without thinking about the consequences, I hugged Loukas as if my life depended on it. He didn't pushed me away instead he placed his hands around my waist. "I am never going to forget what you did for me today," I told him and hugged him pretty tight.

Loukas didn't say anything and only nodded in response. His touch was soothing and I didn't wanted to leave his arms but I knew that he was trying so hard to hide his discomfort. Loukas wasn't the one to hide his emotions or pretend to be fine in order to prove you right. The time I had spent with him had made me realized that he has a caring heart.

I let's go of him and bowed my head in apology. "I'm sorry," I apologize. "I let my emotions get the best of me," I told him and stood up. "Thank you too Rotimi," I tried to hugged him but Loukas started coughing as if he was under attack. I had to turn to face him and checked what was wrong. "Are you alright Mr whitemore?" I asked him.

He raised his hands and cleared his throat. "I am fine. If you are done, we could leave," he said. "Remember we left Miles walker all alone in my house," he reminded me about Miles who still hasn't woken up. We had left him in the care of a doctor Loukas trusted.

I nodded in response and looked at my father's grave again before walking away with loukas who was wheeled by Rotimi. "You are going to be fine," Rotimi assured me and I nodded in response. It was all I could do at that moment. My father was gone forever and I was never seeing him again. Although my heart bled because of that, I wished that he finds eternal rest with God.

After Rotimi helped Loukas into the car, I sat beside him and lowered my head avoiding his gaze. I had almost made a fool out of myself when I hugged and cried in Loukas's arms. He was going to be patient and there was going to be a lot of touching but I was shy to be around him because I found him attractive. His presence makes my body reacts as if I was under a shock. Being together in the car with him was suffocating enough and I had to shift to the other side of the door hoping to escape from him but I couldn't because I was struck with him forever. Rotimi started the car and I heaved a sigh as he drove out of the cemetery.

Good bye father, I'll visit again.

"Are you okay?" He asked and I nodded my head refusing to look at him. His voice does things to me and it took all the power in me not to raise my head and look at him. Loukas Whitemore was a man that caused my heart to beat faster than the usual pace. It must be a normal infatuation, I thought but I knew it was far from the truth.

"Since you are okay, let's discuss the therapy sessions and how to go about it," he stated and I nodded in response. "I have schedule that I already drafted out yesterday and since this is a business deal, my lawyer had prepared the contract which you will sign once we get home. " Loukas informed me and handed over his smartphone to me with his left hand. "The contract is also there," he said and turned to the other side.

I cleared my throat as I began to read his routines on how the therapy would go. "What the hell sir?" I cussed as I read through the contract and his stupid routine. "you want me to follow your routine?" I asked him and he nodded in response. I had thought he had changed but he hasn't because he was still the narcissistic man that he was.

"Even though I already apologized to you Miss Hillary, I still don't trust you!" He stated and turned to face me.

"Are you bipolar?" I asked him and he glared at me as if he wanted to strangle me. He blinked and I also did the same thing. If it's was a blinking competition then I was read to continue it with him.

"Do I seems bipolar?"he asked and I shrugged my shoulder. "Are you even a real therapist?" He asked and I rolled my eyes. There he goes again asking me questions that was clear.

"Mr. Whitemore," I said, through gritted teeth. "With all due respect, sir, I already made myself clear yesterday. I am a physiotherapist and I am going to make you better."

"Easy for you to say, but I don't believe you."

"Loukas, you promised to be nice," Rotimi said from the driver's seat.

"Stay out of this Rotimi. I'm the boss here and I'm asking a question that determines my safety!" He said and continued his stupid questions. "So tell me Miss Hillary, are you a real therapist?"

"What else do you want me to say? I thought you've accepted my terms when you apologized yesterday!"

"I only apologize," he raised his voice. "I did that because I wanted to give myself a chance!"

"Then let me do my job as a therapist instead of you questioning me!" I shouted back at him.

"You heard the lady Lou. Let's her do her job," Rotimi shouted from the driver's seat.

"I don't believe her because no real therapist would ask his patient if he was bipolar,"Loukas refused to back down and continue the argument.

I rolled my eyes at him and facepalmed myself. I shifted closer to him and when our face was an inch closer, I smiled at him and shoved his phone in his hand. "I am not going with your routine Mr Whitemore. I am the therapist here!" I declared.

"And I am the boss! I am the one paying your bills and if you want me to believe you are not a fake then accept my terms!" He retorted.

Believe me? What the hell was wrong with this man? I know people have their own problems, but it didn't give him the right to judge me. "Why are you talking like this, sir? You don't even know me." I frowned at him.

"I know you enough by your lies." He smirked at me.

"Lies? I have never lied to you. "

"You humans," he shouted. What does he even mean by 'you humans'? Was he a non-human? "You are vile creatures with manipulating and cruel attitudes." I could almost see the veins on his neck popping out as he continued shouting.

Was his brain affected in the accident too?

I heaved a sigh and touched Rotimi on the shoulder. "what is wrong with him?" I asked Rotimi.

"This is not something that can be discussed inside the car," Rotimi answered and turned his head and smiled at me and just then, he hit something and I was pushed towards Loukas. My forehead met with his forehead and I winced in pain. When Rotimi tried to get control of the car again and moved sideways, I was pushed forward into Loukas arms and our lips met.

My eyes widened when I realized what just happened. "Is everything alright?" Rotimi asked without turning his head to avoid any collision again. None of us replied him as my lips was still on Loukas's until he pushed me away. "Get out of my face!" He shouted at me.

I was pushed towards the car door and cried out in pain when my head made contact with the door. "Ouch," I rubbed my head. I cleared my throat and tried to seat better but I made a mistake in turning my head towards Loukas. He stared back at me with fire in his eyes. His left hand was clenched and if looks could kill then Loukas would have murdered me with his eyes.

"That wasn't supposed to happen," he stated and cleared his throat.

"What happened?" Rotimi asked but none of us answered him.

I lowered my head and bite my lips in shame. My hand went over to my chest as heat travelled around my body until it reached my face. I had kissed Loukas even though it was accidental but the few seconds that my lips was on his felt like a wonderful moment. His lips were soft and I wanted to kiss him more just to have a taste of his lips again.

I slapped my forehead and groaned out in frustration. "What the hell is wrong with you Hillary?" I muttered under breathe but Loukas heard me and he gave me an answer I never expected.

"Now I know that you are one crazy therapist!" Loukas tutted and cleared his throat. I tried to reply him but he bought out an earphone from his pocket and placed it inside his ears.

I bite my lips and folded my arms together.

Is he Bipolar? I questioned myself yet again.