Immortal Billionaire Brothers: Book 1 - Mark

NINA’S POVI wake up slowly. Although I am awake, I still struggle to open my eyes.I feel the pain in my body before I take notice of the beeping sound next to me. I realise that I am in hospital before I manage to open my eyes.My head hurts. A lot. My eyesight is blurry and I instantly feel frustrated. I can feel the frustration build up in my chest and the beeping sound next to my bed becomes more urgent.I hear footsteps coming into my room, too many footsteps to be just one person. I turn my head towards the sound of the footsteps but my neck protests violently. I groan.I feel an icy cold hand on my arm.“Don’t worry, Honey. You are in good hands.” A young female voice tells me.I can see someone moving around my bed, although my sight is still out of focus.“There you go.” The young voice tells me. I want to ask her what she is talking about but I suddenly feel overwhelmed with tiredness. I close my eyes and drift off into the darkness. There is no pain in the darkness.* *

MARK’S POVAfter Anthony stormed out of the house, slamming doors and swearing out loud all the way, I loosen my tie and the top button of my shirt. It has been a long and taxing day.I pour myself a Bourbon and slowly make my way to my room. The girl has been in my house since this morning, but I haven’t seen her since the car ride over here. I had to get away from her. I shake my head at the thought.Imagine that. A man like me, running away from a fragile little thing like her. As I take the first step towards the second floor, I notice a quick movement on the top platform. She was there. She ran to her room. Good. She should be scared of me. It’s good that she has some sense of self preservation. I was beginning to think that she has no way of knowing when she needs to run.I reach the top of the stairs and look at her bedroom door. How the hell can one man be so torn? I want to go into that room and walk right up to her. That would be the worst thing I could do, though. I should

MARK’S POVI throw myself into every problem that presents itself at the office. Making things happen faster than they usually do. By the time it is time to go home, I am tired and ready to call it a day. I tried not to think of her at all, but it turned out to be a futile goal. She was in my head all day. Usually, I would find it easy to walk away from any situation. Today, the thought of her heart being broken because I dropped her outside my room, haunts me. I made her feel rejected. What if she cried all day? What if she hates me? Or worse, what if she left?I gather my things and quickly leave the office. The staff caught on that I was on fire today and started coming to me with their most difficult clients and problems, which I, of course, sorted in minutes. The last thing I want now, is another problem to solve. I want to get home. I want to see how much damage I have done. On my drive home, my mind starts to argue wi

NINA’S POVI stretch out lazily checking my wrist watch. It is nearly ten in the morning. I look around me to find that I am still in Mark’s bed. I smile to myself. This morning started off a lot in the same way last night ended, with the added bonus of a long lazy shower together. I slide off the bed, pick my robe up and slip it on. I walk to my room and head straight into the shower. I take a long shower, relaxing in the hot stream of water. When I exit the bathroom, completely naked as I have now decided is the best way to exit a bathroom after a hot shower, there is a soft knock on the door. I walk to the door and hide behind it while opening it just enough to look through. It is Florence. “Morning” Florence greets me with a large smile. Seeing that it is her, I open the door a little more but still hide my nakedness behind it. “Good morning.” I greet her in r

ANTHONY’S POV I clasp my hands together in front of my chest and turn to the wide-eyed girl and smile. She looks utterly bewildered. This is the strangest thing she has ever seen, for sure. I look at her and decide that there is only one way to handle this. Straightforward and blunt. As I always am anyway.“Very well. How are we going to handle this?” I ask her while still smiling. I thought smiling would ease the tension but it seems that she is only more bewildered. She looks at me with her big doe eyes. She then focuses her eyes on where Cole laid for a while, technically dead. Her eyes shift to the broken railing where Cole fell off the second floor. Finally, she shifts her focus back to me. She doesn’t say a word. I will have to rephrase the question.“Are you going to start screaming?” I ask her. More direct than that, I really cannot be. That is the only thing I don’t really want right now. Screaming women irritate me. They are so difficult to talk to. She looks at me a