"Mr Capra!" I cried and rushed into the guarded room he was staying in at the hospital.

It seemed like he had just woken up, clad in a light blue hospital shirt and sweatpants. His eyes squinted at me, extremely confused.

"What—" he barely had time to process anything, as I leaned over his bed and hugged him tightly.

I sniffled and squeezed him tighter, hearing as he groaned quietly.

"It's too early for this, doll," his voice definitely resonated how he'd just woken up.

"Are you okay? What happened?" I pulled back and carefully placed my hands on the sides of his face to study each of his feature.

Mr Capra Sr. shrugged to shake off my hands, only for him to rub his eyes and yawn.

"Father," I heard Ben clear his throat from behind me. I glanced back to see he had finally arrived after me. He had walked while I had ran.

"Jesus, you're both here?" Mr Capra Sr laughed tiredly to himself, "as much as I'd love to, I'm not feeling up for an early morning... what time is it?"

"Six," Ben cleared his throat as his father shifted to sit up a little.

"In the morning? Have you two gone absolutely mad?" He began shaking his head at us, "and what are you wearing? Sofia, is that Balmain?"

I straightened up and quickly looked down at the evening gown I still had on, "yes..."

"It's sweet of you to rush here, from Brussels, I presume? I'm alive, but I do need more sleep," he offered me a small smile, and I frowned.

"I'm so scared," I admitted almost in a whisper, leaning closer to Mr Capra Sr, "I don't want you to- for you to..."

I shook my head, unable to even say it out loud.

"I'm fine, my darling girl," he chuckled and reached for my hand, "go get some sleep, you look knackered."

"I'm worried for you," I told him again, quietly even though I knew Ben was hearing everything from beside me.

"I'll be fine, Sofia," he assured me with a smile, but I could see in his eyes how he knew my concerns were true, "come see me later today, once we've both slept properly, alright?"

"Alright," I agreed with a small breath, exhaustion of having been up for almost 24h hitting me.

I felt Ben's hard brush against my lower back, "let's go, sweetheart."

Mr Capra Sr.'s eyes moved between the two of us, before he smiled knowingly.

"You two go, let me sleep," he lightheartedly told us, clearly not wanting us to worry. He should know by now though, that I would worry.

Everything felt like a blur after that. Ben led me to his car, both of us silent.

I drowned myself in my thoughts, not liking how Mr Capra Sr wasn't being as open about his situation with me as I would have wanted. He didn't want to concern me too much, but that only concerned me more.

As soon as Ben had helped me into the passenger's side of his car, I fell asleep, utterly exhausted mentally and physically.

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I woke up thanks to the sun shining right at me. I groaned quietly and flipped onto my back to further wake myself up.

Events of the last few days began entering my mind, and I breathed out shakily. There was something between Ben and I, and Mr Capra Sr was in the hospital for a second time in a much too short span of time.

I yawned and stretched, before freezing completely. This was too white to be my bed. My bed covers weren't white.

I jolted into a sitting position, now fully awake. I observed the bedroom I was in. It was way too neat and organised to be mine.

This had to be Ben's bedroom, or a guest bedroom of his. The last thing I did remember was getting into his car.

I assured my racing heart that I was fine. He wouldn't have done anything, only make sure I was safe.

I slowly scrambled my way out of the extremely comfortable bed, but froze when I realised I wasn't wearing my evening gown anymore. Instead, I had on a pair of oversized sweatpants and a white tee shirt.

Thankfully I was still wearing my own underwear, but on top of them I did have what I assumed to be Ben's clothes.

I hurried to find the door and, once I did, I opened it and was met with a dim hallway.

I gulped, feeling very awkward and as if I was intruding. I began quietly making my way towards one end of the hallway, from where I could see light coming from.

The closer I got to the end, I began hearing the sound of someone typing away on a keyboard.

I gathered myself before turning the corner to find myself in a living room area, where none other than Ben Capra was seated on a couch with his laptop on his lap. He was wearing a more casual suit now.

"Hi," I cleared my throat gently to catch his attention.

He looked up from the screen of his laptop, and for some reason I felt hot as the subject of his dark gaze.

"You woke up," he offered me a small smile and motioned for me to come closer, "there's food in the kitchen, if you're hungry."

I wasn't hungry, just concerned of what exactly had happened to my gown.

"Where's my dress?" I took a step closer, fiddling with my fingers with slight nervousness.

Ben chuckled to himself and closed his laptop, before placing it on the coffee table in front of him, "don't worry, I didn't change your clothes. My maid did. She's around 70, real nice."

"Oh," I nodded slowly, not knowing what to think as I just stared at him.

"You look comfortable," he noted after a short moment, nodding briefly at my complexion as he relaxed back against the couch, still very closely observing me just standing there.

I glanced down at my front and nodded in reply, "I am, thanks..."

"Are you hungry?" He asked, and I shook my head.

"Alright. Come here," Ben then patted the spot next to him on the couch, and without thinking too much I moved to sit next to him.

I was carefully taking in our surroundings. I could tell this was an apartment, with the spectacular view from a nearby window down at our city. He seemed very well organised and minimalistic, yet with good taste.

"Spend the day with me," he caught back my attention with his offer. My body was turned towards his relaxed one just a bit.

"I, uh... I have a job interview today, and then I'll go see your father at the hospital..." I told him, for some reason nervous. So much had happened, I had no idea how to feel anymore.

Ben nodded, "sure. He's home now, though. Discharge was a few hours ago."

My brows raised, "seriously? He just had a heart attack!"

"He doesn't like hospitals. He's paying a few nurses to babysit him at his house," he explained with a chuckle, "best call before you visit, I heard he's got a thing for nurses."

I sighed softly, "he did tell me about a traumatic experience with some sort of injection at the hospital, when he'd been a child..."

"And that's why he has a nurse kink?" Ben opened the top button of his dress shirt, truly seeming more relaxed than I had ever seen him. The way he was watching me made my core clench, and I tried my best to ignore it.

"No," a small and unexpected laugh left my lips, "it's why he doesn't like hospitals. The nurse kink is new information."

"Ah," he mused, hand reaching over the small distance between us to casually place onto my thigh, "I'm surprised it hasn't come up in a conversation."

I smiled widely down at my lap, trying to ignore the accelerating beating of my heart.

"I have to make a quick call, okay? Don't run off anywhere," he gave my thigh a gentle squeeze, before standing up abruptly.

I watched with furrowed brows as he took his phone out from his pocket and confidently walked towards the balcony. Just before he slid the door open, he looked back at a confused me.

"Your purse is in the kitchen," Ben gave me a smile, "also, eat something."

"Okay."

It was far too late for me to even begin to deny my attraction towards this physically almost perfect man. The way his suits hugged his muscled body further, only made me daydream more over what it would be like with him.

I shook my head to rid these thoughts, and got up to start searching for a kitchen in the lavish flat.

It took me a moment to find, after deciding to just sniff around and follow the sweet scent of fresh coffee.

My purse was neatly placed on a marble counter. I took my phone out and realised I was rather low on battery.

I had no new messages.

Just as I was placing my phone down and going on a search for a little something to eat, I received a message.

Hello, this is John White. We were to have an interview this afternoon. Unfortunately we're no longer looking for a new employee for the position. Thank you for applying.

I frowned as I read the message over twice. This had to be some sort of sick joke.

"Everything okay?" Ben's casual tone snapped me out of my upset state.

I looked up at him and shook my head. I walked up to him and showed him the message.

"I want to punch somebody," I muttered and folded my arms over my chest.