Page 31 of Billionaire Unbroken - Asher
The cat was making her feelings known, but for some reason she didn’t jump on Sierra.
It was like the feline had been through this before with her human.
Instead, she cautiously stepped onto my leg and slowly curled up in my lap.
I reached down to pet her as I pulled into my driveway.
I’d never had a cat but I generally liked animals and they usually seemed to like me.
The cat and I had some form of comradery right now because we apparently wanted the same thing.
We both needed to see Sierra healthy and out of pain as quickly as possible.
Sierra
Iwoke up slowly, almost immediately recognizing that I was suffering from a migraine hangover.
My brain was foggy, and I felt the normal bone-deep exhaustion that I usually did after a migraine.
I blinked, trying to focus because the room was pretty dark.
The comfortable bed beneath me and the feel of expensive sheets on my skin told me that I wasn’t in the closet of my apartment anymore.
My head might feel like it was filled with cotton, but I had vague recollections of getting into my closet because of the migraine.
I sucked in a sharp breath as those memories extended and I recalled someone being at the apartment.
Asher.
I looked around the dark room and my eyes caught a large, bulky figure sitting in a recliner not far from the bed. I could tell that it was Asher because of the faint glow of his phone in the darkness.
Shit!
I was in his bedroom, sleeping in his bed.
I could see enough to recognize the bedroom I cleaned on a regular basis.
Why had he brought mehere?
I’d called and left a message for him to let him know that I wasn’t coming to work.
I couldn’t see his face that clearly, but I could tell that he was frowning as he read something on his cell phone.
“Asher?” I said hesitantly.
His head popped up immediately, and he rose from his chair and strode to the side of the bed.
“You’re awake,” he said with relief in his tone. “You’ve been out for a while. I was just reading some information on migraines.”
Okay, it was incredibly sweet that he was interested in my condition, but I still wanted to know why I was here.
“How long?” I asked as I sat up carefully and reached for the lamp.
“The light—”
“It will be okay,” I assured him softly. “My headache is gone.”
The lamp illuminated the room with a small glow that helped me orient myself a little.
