Chapter One-hundred and six.

Zina's POV:

Once again Neil has denied me the opportunity to help him in the house. I do not know if he is doubting my capabilities or if he is just avoiding spending time with me in an enclosed working space. We do not have a good history of keeping pleasure away from business.

I sighed as I closed the office door behind me. I was bored and my tummy still hurts. The antimotility drug I took earlier only slowed down the problem. I am almost sure that I have food poisoning. I ate too many things yesterday in my bid to drown the pain I refused to acknowledge in my heart. Now my body was telling me.

I walked to my room and barely stumbled into the bathroom in time to throw up. I thought I had vomited everything I ate but my stomach was not in agreement. Soon I was heaving, the pains in my tummy becoming excruciating. This was definitely more than the sugar I consumed last night. I reached up my hand to flush the toilet and found that my hand was heavy. I forced myself anyway because the