Free Sweet Billionaire Stepbrother ~ Part 1 by Harlow Grace Page B

already was. I wanted to hug her to calm her and assure her that tomorrow they’d both laugh about it, but my mind was focused on another woman who needed me more. My Lala.
    “Call an ambulance,” I told a guy who’d stepped into the small room. He hesitated. “Now!” I demanded in a loud voice. Instead of responding, he stood still staring with a gaping mouth, first at the man on the floor then at the woman.
    The guy’s seizure was lasting longer than a few minutes and I was trying hard not to show my concern. I turned him to his side to prevent saliva from blocking his airway and to help him breathe more easily. Fortunately he wasn’t too heavy.
    “He . . . he’s not breathing!” the girl sobbed. “Help him, please!” She sank to the floor beside the man and stroked his hair while calling his name.
    “Jack. Oh God, Jack, wake up!” she cried, her hand pressed to his cheek.
    “Listen to me, sweetheart. He’s going to be fine.” I reached out and closed my hand over hers, squeezing hard to force her to look at me. “This happens when the chest muscles tighten during a phase of the seizure. As soon as it ends, the muscles will relax by themselves and his breathing will normalize.” 
    “Are you sure?”
    “I guarantee it.”
    As soon as I had this man’s seizure under control, I’d hand him over to the medics and be gone. As frightening as it appeared there wasn’t much more I could do for him other than to ensure he was safe at that moment. “His doctor will have to treat him further.”
    I turned back to the other man. “Have you called the ambulance?”
    “No.” The scowl on his face deepened. “Let the motherfucker die.”
    “What?”
    “He . . . that’s my boyfriend,” the woman said, nodding her head in the direction of the guy who stood in the doorway.
    I blinked a few times as I took the information in. It didn’t make sense. “Who is this on the floor?”
    “The asshole screwing my girl,” the guy spat out, his arms crossed over his chest.
    Oh fuck. This was all I needed, to get caught up in shit like this. “Hey, I understand your anger, but right now he’s totally out of it. Help me here, please dude.”
    “I’m sorry,” the woman said, “But . . . I really love Jack.” She gestured between herself and the stunned man. “We . . . you and I are over.”
    Fuck me. A girl breaking up with her boyfriend while the guy she was giving head to was lying on the floor out cold. Could this night get any fucking worse? I’d never find Layla in time if I had to deal with this crap.

16: Layla
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    “W here are you taking me?” I looked up at Seth, biting my lip as my anxiety grew.
    “To my car, babe.” He dragged me through the entrance and into the cool night air.
    This wasn’t going to plan. I hadn’t expected chocolates and roses the first time I had sex with a guy, but I didn’t think it to be in the back seat of his car either. I couldn’t imagine anything more uncomfortable.
    “Oh. Really?”
    “What? That’s not good enough for you?” he shot back at me, irritation clear on his face. “My car’s the sweetest thing I own. Most girls love it.”
    Most girls. That most certainly didn’t include me. My dress was tight fitting as it was, I couldn’t quite figure out how this would work. I stopped in my tracks, doubt filling my mind.
    “What’s wrong, babe?”
    “My dress. It’s a bit awkward—” My hands smoothed down my thighs, over the cool silky fabric. Secretly I loved my dress and I didn’t want it ruined. It would probably be the first and last time I ever wore something like it.
    Seth spun around and captured me around my waist, drawing me closer to him. He leaned in to kiss me, catching my mouth in his before I could object further.
    “Trust me, I have a plan. The position I have in mind will only need minor adjustments,” he murmured at the corner of my mouth. “You do trust me, don’t you?” He chuckled as if the