Chapter 3 Eight thousand dollars

"Pink!" He rushed to where she fell and when he got there, he checked her pulse.

A sigh of relieve came out of his mouth and he quickly brought out his phone to call 911.

******

In a central hospital, somewhere in the city of Miami. Tyler could be seen pacing about in front of a room.

His hands were tucked in his pocket and he looked so worried. He wasn't worried about Pink, afterall he didn't know her. He was only worried about the fact that he'll be held responsible if she doesn't regain consciousness soon.

He stopped pacing around when a nurse walked out of the room. "How's she?"

"She's fine, she'll be up soon." The nurse replied.

"What happened to her? Why did she pass out?"

"Come with me to the doctor's office, she'll explain everything to you" The nurse said.

Without even waiting for him to say a word, she walked away and he had no other option than to follow her.

They got to the office and the nurse left Tyler with the doctor.

"Please take a seat" The doctor offered.

"Thank you." Tyler sat down. He placed his hands on the table and stared directly at the doctor, waiting for her to start talking.

His brows furrowed when he noticed the doctor has been staring at him without blinking.

He snapped his fingers in front of her and she jerked out from her thought.

She looked away from him and stared at the file that was on the table."Oh sorry! It's just that you look familiar, I'm trying to recall where I've seen you from... By the way, who is the lady to you?" The doctor asked as she flipped the file.

"She is..." He paused when he thought of something.

It wouldn't be nice for him to tell the doctor the truth, obviously not.

"She's my girlfriend" That was the only thing he could think of.

"When and how did she loose consciousness?"

"We were in the room talking, then she fell all of a sudden."

The doctor stopped flipping the file, she looked at him and a smile tugged in the corner of her lips.

"I didn't know you have a girlfriend" She blurted and she immediately covered her mouth with her palms when she realised she wasn't supposed to say that.

Tyler was flabbergasted. "You know me, right?" He needed no soothsayer to tell him that the doctor knew him from somewhere.

She removed her hands from her mouth and took a deep breath. "Fine! I know you. You're Tyler Anderson, first son of John Anderson, a freaking billionaire!... I used to live in France, I got transferred here recently."

"Oh" Tyler mouthed.

"Yeah, I heard your family is looking for you, why not go..."

"Do I need to remind you of your job?" He cuts in.

There was a deep frown on his face and when the doctor saw that, she decided not to talk about him anymore.

"The patient passed out due to stress. She is physically and mentally stressed, she needs bed rest and also needs to stop thinking too much. That's all" She stated.

She scribbled some words on a piece of paper and gave it to him.

Tyler collected it with raised brows.

"Get her the drugs, she'll be fine."

He nodded and stood. He turned to the door and was about to walk out of the office, but he turned back to stare at her for a moment. "You didn't see Tyler anywhere in America, understood?"

"Are you seriously threatening me right now?" She scoffed.

"No, doc. It's just a friendly advice... While in France, you must have heard that Tyler doesn't like being offended, you must have also heard of things he does to the people that get on his nerves... If I find out you leak my whereabouts to any members of my family, I'll hunt you down, I promise..."

By now, Tyler could see the fear on the doctor's face and he chuckled dryly. "Have a nice night" With that being said, he walked out of the office.

She clenched her fists and took deep breaths to calm herself down. "He is so fucking rude!"

*******

The rays of sun was shining directly into a room and as the sun hit the face of the girl lying on the bed, she squinted her eyes. After some time, she slowly began to open it.

When she fully opened it, the first thing it came in contact with was an unfamiliar white ceiling.

She groaned and sat upright on the bed. Her gaze moved around the room and that was when she realised she was in an hospital room.

The door to the room suddenly flew opened and the doctor in charge of her walked in with a smile on her face.

"It's so good to see that you're awake" Said the doctor as she stopped beside Annabella.

"Why am I here?" Annabella asked, trying to get up from the bed but the nurse was quick enough to hold her down.

"You need to rest... Your boyfriend brought you here, you passed out." She informed.

Annabella lifted her brows up, "Boyfriend?"

She didn't have a boyfriend, and wasn't planning to have one soon. So what did the nurse mean by that.

"You don't recall anything?" The doctor had a surprise look on her face.

"I do, but I..." She paused when a thought crossed her mind. "He's tall and he has dreadlocks, right?"

The doctor nodded.

Realisation suddenly dawned on her. The doctor must have mistook Tyler for her boyfriend.

"I gave him the list of drugs to get for you, and I also told him to allow you rest for now." The doc informed.

"Thank you. Where is he?"

"I haven't seen him ever since he left my office. Try calling him."

Annabella chuckled. If only the doctor knew she didn't know him from anywhere, then she wouldn't have suggested for her to call him. Where on Earth would she get his number from? She didn't even know his name!

"Okay, doc."

The doctor flashed her a smile and then walked out of her room.

She sighed and was about searching for her phone when she spotted it resting on the little table beside the bed.

She went to take it and her eyes almost popped out of its socket when she saw twenty four missed calls from one of her roommates, Shirley.

"Fuck!" She cursed under her breath and hurriedly dialed Shirley's number. It rang for some time and stopped ringing when it got to the limited time

Her mouth went agape when she saw her reflection on her phone screen. Her makeup had been totally wiped out and her natural look was visible, tho her pink hair was still on.

The thought of the guy seeing her real face frightened her. She didn't want anyone to know that she was Pink the stripper. Her heart started beating so fast.

"I hope I never get to see you again, I really hope" She mumbled. She grabbed her bag from the table and rushed out of the room.

She needed to head back to the club in order for her to change into a corporate outfit before going home.

******

As she entered into the apartment, she met the living room quiet. She headed to the bedroom and there she found her two friends seated on the bed. They rushed to her immediately they saw her.

"Thank goodness you are back! You got us so worried." Lyla spoke up, looking relieved.

"I called you guys last night. Why were you still worried?" Annabella rolled her eyes.

She threw her bag and her phone on the bed, then she walked out of the room, heading to the kitchen to get a cold juice.

When she got to the bedroom, she saw Lyla holding her phone and was staring at her questioningly.

"You received an alert of eight thousand dollars... How is that even possible?" Lyla was confused.

Anna's heart skipped a beat. Her friends didn't know about her stripping, now what would she say?