The Billionaire Replacement: The Young Billionaires Book 4 by Emma Lea

Author:Emma Lea [Lea, Emma]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-11-30T18:30:00+00:00

Brandi didn't know what it was that woke her only that she was awake and about to vomit over everything. Moving as quickly as she could without upsetting her stomach too much she raced to the bathroom and made it just in time to throw up in the toilet. Tears streamed down her face as everything she’d eaten the day before made a reappearance in vivid technicolor.

When her stomach was mercifully empty and her retching ceased, she slumped on the floor, leaning back against the bathroom wall, and swore before crying and just feeling sorry for herself in general. What a perfectly shitty way to wake up on a Monday morning.

Taking care not to jostle herself too much, she crawled out of the bathroom and climbed back into bed, reaching for her phone. It was barely six but she needed to let Peyton know that she wouldn't be in and then they would need to find someone to start the install for The Mayfield Group. What a pain in the arse.

She knew she shouldn't have done a party for Courtney. Not only had her little spawn of Satan given her a stomach bug, but her bastard of a husband had tried to put his sleazy hands all over her. Never again would she do a party for anyone in that clique.

Her stomach flopped over again and she held herself very still wondering if she was going to have to rush to the bathroom again. God. What she wouldn't do for some dry ginger ale right now. She made a pouty face and rolled over, bury her head in her pillow. Living on your own sucked balls when you were sick.

When her stomach settled again, she turned her head and brought her phone close so she could send a text to Peyton.

B: Sick. Feel like shit. Won't be in to work today. Need to reschedule Mayfield Group or get someone else to attend. Please send a care package…ginger ale and crackers.

With the text send she closed her eyes and tried to go back to sleep. It's what she used to do when she was a kid and got car sick. She'd force herself to sleep and then she wouldn't have to throw up. She hated puking. It was like the worst feeling in the world.

She must have dozed for a little while and then a text message on her phone woke her.

P: I'll deal with Mayfield Group. Care package enroute. Let me know if you need anything else.

Brandi’s relief that Peyton had everything well in hand was short lived as her stomach heaved. She shot out of bed and made it to the bathroom by the skin of her teeth. She didn't know how it was possible that she was still throwing up. Surely there was nothing left in her stomach. Unfortunately, there was evidence to the contrary. Carrot? When the hell had she eaten carrot?

Feeling miserable and severely sorry for herself, Brandi dragged her arse back to bed. She closed her eyes and prayed for sleep to come… or death.

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