"I…I don’t know queen, but I will try to find out." Chris replied in a shaky voice.

"Queen, you need to calm down. He wasn’t the one that tried to kill your father. He was just a witness to the accident. That means he might know who tried to kill him." Jake explained. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. I have been having mood swings lately, and it’s doing me no good.

"Alright, take me to my father’s ward," I said, extending my hand to Jake. He took my hand and started leading me away, with Chris walking behind us. I halted at the entrance of the hospital, with people bumping into us trying to walk out of the hospital I tilted my head to look at Chris. 

"I want you to go and look for that police officer," I told him.

"Okay boss, I will try my best to look for him." He said with a reassuring smile. We all made our way into the huge hospital. The smell of the hospital disinfectant was invading my nostrils. There were a lot of people sitting on the waiting chair. It was accompanied by the doors sliding open and shut, screams and cries, people talking in low tones, and nurses and doctors running past us, pushing a pregnant woman on a stretcher.

I stood back with Jake as he started leading me toward a quiet corridor in the hospital, and just ahead of us was a room with a poster that read: Emergency Ward. I guess that must be where my father is.

"I hate the smell of hospitals. I hope my father’s condition is not that serious. How long has he been in the emergency ward? I don’t want to…" My series of questions was interrupted as a devilishly handsome man, with blonde hair and mesmerizing blue eyes, emerged from one of the rooms. With a mobile phone close to his ear, he pulled up the nose mask that was hanging on his jaw, covering his face while still on the phone call. I found myself staring at his clothes trying to know if he was a doctor, he walked past me and our shoulder’s brushed, and my heart skipped a beat.

"I am on my way to the strip club..." I heard a little word he was saying over the phone. I jerked my head back as I watched him walk away; he was so hot, and the way he walked was so sexy, that I couldn't stop staring at him. He wore a walkie-talkie around his waist.

"Queen, Queen, are you alright?" Jake called out to me, jolting me out of my trance. I found him standing in front of me with his hands folded across his chest. I had stopped to stare at a handsome stranger, and I couldn’t get the nasty things I was thinking out of my head I thought I had stopped being a sex addict, but I was wrong. Calvin had just betrayed me, and here I was fantasizing about a handsome stranger.

"Shall we?" Jake questioned. I nodded and put my hand behind his right arm, following him to the ward. I sat on the waiting chair for hours. I was resting my head on Jake’s shoulder. For some strange reason, I wanted to go to the strip club. I got up from the seat in a swift motion, making Jake startled. 

"W-what’s wrong?" he questioned.

"Uh, I want to go to the..." I couldn’t finish my speech when the doors of the emergency ward were opened by a doctor who was wearing a green facemask. He was followed out by a nurse who was carrying a tray. I walked over to the doctor. 

"How is my father?" I inquired. The doctor took off his face mask.

"You are his daughter?" he asked. 

"Yes," I replied.

"Your dad has lost a lot of blood. I just finished giving him blood and pain killers," the doctor said. 

"Can I see him?" I asked.

 "No, you can’t see him now. He is too weak to move. He needs some rest. You can come and see him tomorrow," he said.

"Okay, thank you, doctor." I said and extended my hand to him. He took my hand and shook it.

"You are welcome," he said, and he flashed me a tight-lipped smile before walking away.

"How do you feel now?" Jake asked, worriedly hovering around me.

"I feel great that my father is alright, but I want to go to the strip club." I said forcing a smile.

"Strip club!" he half yelled, with his brow slightly raised in confusion. I hit him lightly on the chest.

"Come on, I want to go to the strip club. I am depressed. I want to have some fun." I muttered. Tomorrow I will make Emily and Calvin’s lives a living hell. They are going to pay for hurting me.

"Why don’t we just go to a regular club? You know, strip clubs are for guys, right?" he said. 

"I know you don’t have to educate me. Let’s go. That’s an order." I said, walking ahead of him.

"Wait for me." He said running after me. I need to clear my head. Let me see if I come across that handsome stranger. I will walk up to him and say hi. I am Ashley. And you? Why am I getting excited over seeing a guy after what Calvin did to me? Ugh! I should just visit the strip club to forget about my problem and drink until I am drunk.

When we arrived at the garage, I got into the front seat and took the wheels, fastening my seat belt. 

"You wanna drive?" Jake asked, sitting next to me in the car, as he grabbed his seat belt. 

"Yea, is there a problem?" I asked with a serious face. 

"No... no," he said, and fastened his seat belt while sitting up in the seat. I smirked and switched on the headlights, so I could see ahead. I ignited the engine and drove off at great speed, out of the hospital lobby, almost hitting a couple who jumped to the other side of the road.

"Hey! Watch it!" the guy yelled, I stared at him in the side mirror and smiled seeing people angry just give me this unusual joy.