Their Desired: A Reverse Harem Romance by Mae Doyle

Author:Mae Doyle [Doyle, Mae]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-04-05T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 18

I don’t recognize the man bending over me. He has a wild look in his eyes like someone who has been on a holy pilgrimage, and when I moan and rub my hand over my forehead, the look of terror on his face changes immediately to one of relief.

“Oh, thank god.” He reaches out and grabs my hand, pulling me to my feet before I can respond to him. “You just walked off the sidewalk and plowed right into me.”

My head throbs and I reach up to touch my temple, hoping that there won’t be any blood on my fingertips. They’re dry and I sigh with relief, but then I notice the crowd standing around us.

“They were all waiting to see if you were alive,” he says in response to the question on my face.

“Did you call 911?” My voice sounds croaky, but I’m going to give myself some leeway seeing as I just got hit by a car.

He shifts position, his eyes darting from side to side before he answers. “No, because I hoped that you were going to get right back up, and you did. That means that there’s no reason for an ambulance or the police.”

He probably doesn’t have a driver’s license. This hits me like a ton of bricks and I give him a small nod. “I need to go to the hospital,” I tell him.

“I can take you.” He gestures at his car behind him. “I’m happy to drop you off at the front.”

My head hurts so bad that it’s difficult for me to think straight but I still manage to shake my head. “No. I need am ambulance.”

“You don’t.” He takes a step back closer to his car. His keys hang from his fingers, the loud jangling that they make hurting my head. “You’re fine. Walk it off.”

I open my mouth to respond but before I can, he’s already back in his car. “You’ll be fine,” he yells from his window as he tears off down the road.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” The words are out of my mouth before I realize what I’m saying. Slowly, I turn around, looking at the small crowd gathered around me.

They’re already starting to disperse. Nobody wants to get involved. They all want to rubberneck and watch the accident, but when the time comes for someone to actually step in and help, nobody wants to have to be the person to do it.

A little old woman with her white hair tied up in a knot on the top of her head steps forward. “Are you okay, deary?”

I shake my head. It feels like there are rocks inside my skull rattling back and forth every time that I move. “That really hurt,” I tell her, and she nods, reaching out to pat my arm.

“Do you have a husband or boyfriend we can call you?”

“I don’t know.” Tears spring to the corners of my eyes. I don’t know who to call or what the three men would want me to call them.

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