Page 73 of Filthy Hot Billionaire
“Forgive? Forgivewhat?” It made no sense at all.
“It’s not for me to tell,” he said roughly.
I frowned, processing but still not understanding what that meant.
Much to my dismay, my father hadn’t explained it to me and I had continued to wonder whether I was the reason for Knox’s betrayal. Rhett had continuously proclaimed that Knox was simply punishing us, but he would never say why.
My attention returned to the park and I relaxed a little. Perhaps I could accept such a ridiculous gift if for no other reason than this view.
No.
No, no, no.
“I am not accepting this,” I muttered, kicking the blankets off and draping my legs over the side of the bed.
After unwrapping the bandage the doctor had secured, I put my feet on the floor and then delicately stood, balancing on my good leg first then putting a little weight on the other. I sighed when there was no pain.
“I told him I was fine,” I mumbled as I headed toward the bathroom, going slow just in case my ankle was playing tricks on me.
If I had been injured, it would’ve been one hell of a trek considering the significance of the space. Not only was this a room to sleep in, it was a full suite, complete with wet bar, sitting area, and dressing halls. I had to walk out of the sleeping space and through the wide hallway to reach the bathroom.
I stopped in the doorway, taking it all in. Straight ahead was the view of Central Park, to the right, the vanity, on the left, the shower, and what I assumed was the toilet enclosed in its own room.
Stewart said Knox redecorated when he bought the place, and I briefly wondered where he’d gotten the inspiration. I wasn’t sure I would’ve done anything differently. From thewhite onyx and bronze fixtures to the freestanding polished nickel bathtub that sat sentry in front of the wall of windows. I proceeded to admire as I peeked in the enormous shower with dual rain showerheads and body sprays, noticed there were bottles sitting inside.
I turned to the vanity, navigated the enormous space, and pulled open the tall cabinet that separated the sinks. There were lotions galore along with plush towels and washcloths. I moved on to the drawers, found makeup, all shades designed to suit my skin tone. There was also eyeliner and lipstick, mascara, and gloss.
What the hell was going on?
Forgetting that I needed to pee, I headed back the way I’d come, curious about the walk-in closet. When I stepped inside, the overhead lights came on by sensor, revealing a space that was bigger than my dorm room and full of…
“Holy shit.”
I moved through, trailing my hand over the clothes hanging on the bars—jeans, T-shirts, shorts, skirts, dresses, gowns. One wall was drawers halfway up, and I pulled out each one, finding swimsuits, pajamas, panties, bras, socks. Then there were the shoes. Flip-flops, sandals, casual shoes, athletic shoes, even heeled sandals, stiletto pumps, and knee-high boots.
All my size.
If Knox was the one who’d stocked this closet, he’d had help, because everything in here suited my personality to a T. These were all things I would wear, things I would’ve bought myself if I’d had any money to splurge on luxuries like this. How had he known? How hadanyoneknown? Not even Hannah had been privy to what I’d always wished to wear when I was being forced to put on uncomfortable and unflattering clothes picked out by my stepmother.
I’d almost forgotten what it meant to be wealthy. Having gone from my father’s lavish mansion at the coast to a dorm room had been a culture shock, to say the least, but I’d considered myself lucky that I hadn’t been in that cardboard box I always feared. I received a monthly spending allowance, which covered food and the bare necessities, a stipend the university told me was only for students with certain qualifications.
More confused than ever, I took a moment to use the facilities, then washed my hands and decided to remove the makeup that had smeared during the night. When I was finished, I glanced back over at the shower, considered it for a moment, and then went for it. It was here, right?
After a luxurious cleansing with the expensive shampoo, conditioner, and body wash, I dried off and retrieved a thick, fluffy white robe from a hook and pulled it on, concealing my nakedness beneath.
My stomach rumbled and I was instantly reminded that Stewart had promised me breakfast in bed. Was he waiting for me to tell him I was awake?
Realizing I didn’t want to be confined to the bedroom, I decided I would take myself to the kitchen, but first I explored the rest of the floor I was on. There were two guest bedrooms on the other side of the private elevator and the decorative oval staircase. Each bedroom had a view of the Manhattan skyline to the south and shared a private sitting room between them. I was sure Priya and Siobhan would approve of these accommodations, and the thought made me smile.
It took a little while for me to meander the maze that was multiple floors, but I eventually ended up in the kitchen, where I found Guillermo hard at work. Not wanting to startle him, I stood there, staring until he turned around. Even as I watched him flit about, tending to the pots and pans on the stove, my heart filled. There wasn’t much I actually missed about living with Kitty and Rhett, but Guillermo was one that I felt a sense of longing for. We’d forged a friendship over the years, and having him yanked out of my life had been painful.
When his dark brown eyes shifted to me, he immediately stopped what he was doing, an enormous grin breaking out on his handsome face.
“You’re here,” I whispered, taking hesitant steps toward him.
Clearly not worried about form, Guillermo set down his cooking utensils and strolled toward me, his arms wrapping me up in a bear hug that stole my breath and made me laugh at the same time.
Not in all the time I’d known him had Guillermo hugged me, so this was an unexpected treat.
