Page 32 of Billionaire Unbroken - Asher
“You’ve been sleeping since yesterday when I carried you out of that closet. It’s early afternoon right now.”
Yesterday?
God, I’d slept an entire day away.
“I don’t understand why you came to my apartment. And why am I here?”
He sat on the bed slowly, like I was fragile glass that he was afraid he’d break.
“You didn’t give me much information about what was wrong with you,” he said unhappily. “You sounded like you were in pain. I called you back, but you didn’t answer. I thought you might need help, so I drove to your apartment. Did you think I was just going to leave you in that damn closet in pain?”
My heart squeezed as I realized he’d actually been worried about me.
No one except my mom had ever really worried about my well-being, so it was something I definitely wasn’t used to.
“Thanks,” I murmured as I rubbed the back of my aching neck. “I know I was more comfortable here. Was Reese here or was I imagining things?”
My mind was starting to wake up.
Of course I was more comfortable here, in a very luxurious bed and a room with blackout shades.
“Reese was here,” he grumbled. “I called her because I had no idea what you needed. She sent the meds I gave you and then stopped by last night after work to check on you.”
The meds…
I remembered now that Asher had given me something more than once while I was sleeping off the migraine.
Between the comfy space I was in and the medications, it was no wonder I’d slept for so long.
“That was really nice of her,” I told him. “I’ve only met her once or twice in town.”
He shrugged. “I can’t say that I know her much better, even though she’s my cousin’s wife. We don’t exactly socialize. But I appreciated her help just the same.”
My heart hurt because Asher had been so damn isolated.
People gossiped about the Remingtons a lot in Crystal Fork, and I’d heard that the cousins had never been close as kids because their fathers didn’t speak.
Now, when he actually had the chance to get to know them, he wasn’t capable of forming that bond with his family.
He will someday.
Asher would heal at some point, and he’d establish those relationships he should have had long ago.
Little by little, Asher Remington would fight his demons and come out the winner.
I knew he would.
“Oh, God,” I groaned. “I have to get home. Lucky is going to freak out, and she’s going to be hungry. I’ve never left her alone this long.”
Asher raised a brow. “Lucky?”
“My cat.”
He nodded toward the corner of the room. “She’s been extremely well-fed. I think she’s in a food coma right now because I asked Devon to drop some treats off for her this morning. I took her food from your place. She didn’t stop pestering me until she tried every treat he brought.”
I turned my head and my jaw dropped.
There was Lucky…out cold on her bed.
