Page 50 of Billionaire Unbroken - Asher
He pulled me from my chair and led me outside.
“If you cry, it will kill me,” Asher said in a deep, harsh voice as we reached his vehicle.
“I can’t help it,” I said in a shaky voice as a tear plopped onto my cheek. “I feel so damn lucky to have you in my life. Some of this is overwhelming for me. My life has never been like this. Other than my mother, nobody has ever cared about making my life easier or happier.”
Asher was still holding my hand, and his grip tightened.
“Is that really so hard to believe?” he said in a low growl. “You care about me in the same way. Hell, you care about everyone and you put your own happiness and well-being last. It makes me fucking insane. You need someone to take care ofyourneeds, Sierra, because I don’t think you’ll ever do it yourself. Take what I’m offering, because you deserve it.”
I swiped the tear from my cheek.
“I don’t really feel deserving,” I admitted. “That’s a struggle for me. It has been for a long time.”
Asher leaned against his vehicle, wrapped a strong arm around my waist, and pulled me against his warm body.
It was a comforting embrace, but I had a really hard time not wrapping my arms around him and sobbing against his shoulder.
Some people might find Asher intimidating, but he was becoming my shelter.
He was the one person who made me feel safe.
“I think you deserve a lot more than what I’m offering,” he said huskily near my ear. “But I know you won’t accept everything I want to give you.”
“You’re offering me everything,” I whispered.
“It’s nothing to me,” he answered. “It’s all about perspective. What I’d be spending would be like pennies or pocket change to me.”
I knew he was right, but to me, it wasa lotof money.
I leaned my head against his shoulder. “Okay. Help me take care of my mother. I can handle everything else eventually if I don’t have that expense. I’ll be forever grateful to you.”
“The last thing I want is your damn gratitude,” Asher said harshly.
“You’ll still have it,” I insisted, still trying to figure out some way to repay him in the future. Maybe he wouldn’t take money, but I’d figure something out. “If you ever want anything from me, all you have to do is ask.”
Slowly but surely, Asher Remington and I had become friends, and I’d do anything for him.
There was a moment of silence before he opened my car door. “Let’s go home,” he said in a hoarse voice.
I let go of his hand and slid into my seat.
I didn’t know why I knew that he’d wanted to say something but had decided not to voice those words.
I was getting to know Asher.
His likes and dislikes.
He’d shared a little about his life in Austin.
I’d learned quite a bit about him, but there were so many things that were still a mystery to me.
The trip home was quieter than normal, and for the very first time, I found the silence between the two of us a little uncomfortable.
Asher
Iwas breathing hard after finishing an hour of laps in my indoor pool on the lower level of my home.
Fucking hell!
