Page 19 of Billionaire Unbroken - Asher
She was the one person who hadalwaysbeen there for me, no matter how bleak the circumstances. That was one of the reasons I’d moved to Montana. I didn’t want her to see me struggle anymore. She’d already been through hell with me. I needed time to figure things out.
Tears filled my eyes. “I love you, too, Mom. Thanks for always being there for me.”
“I’m your mother,” she said nonchalantly. “It’s my job to be there for you, even after you’re all grown up.”
I ended the call because I knew I had to. I had a ton of work to do before I could even think about sleeping.
I put my phone on the kitchen counter and walked to my little makeshift workspace in the living room.
Before I could sit in the chair, Lucky hopped into it, looked up at me with her soulful green eyes, and meowed.
I stroked my hand over her beautiful black coat. “Time to eat?” I asked, knowing it was a silly question.
It was actually past her usual dinnertime.
Lucky followed me to the kitchen and waited impatiently as I pulled out her bowl.
I reached into the cupboard and pulled out a can of tuna.
She didn’t get the treat very often because it wouldn’t be good for her, but I’d eaten so well today that I wanted to give Lucky something special before she got her regular food.
I smiled when I got the can open and I heard her quick, incessant meows. My girl’s extraordinary sense of smell told her exactly what I was holding, and she rubbed against my leg in excitement.
I put the small treat in the bowl and placed it on the floor.
Lucky was so easy, and it took very little to make her happy.
A human who loved her and played with her sometimes…
A tiny bit of tuna…
A place on the carpet to lay in a warm sunbeam…
A comfortable bed…
And a warm body to cuddle with at night.
I stroked her as she devoured her treat, wishing life could be just that uncomplicated for humans, too.
Asher
Sierra looked tired today, and I didn’t like it.
She hadn’t complained, and she was trying to be her usual, chatty self, but I could see the lack of sleep in her eyes.
Had she always looked like that or were things different today for some reason?
Nope. This wasn’t her normal. I noticed plenty about her these days, and she’d never looked this tired.
She’d been off over the weekend, and it had been over two weeks since I’d last seen her for anything other than her workday.
After the wedding was over, we hadn’t needed to meet up for anything other than work.
It’s none of your business, Remington.
Nah.Fuck that. I was making it my business. I was tired of trying to pretend that I didn’t need to know anything about Sierra Ellis.
She was a woman I could tolerate being in my home five days a week. I didn’t want to lose her as an employee because I wasn’t sure if I’d ever find someone else who wouldn’t irritate the hell out of me.
