Page 6 of Billionaire Unbroken - Asher
Today was special because it was his only sibling’s wedding day.
I’d gotten to Asher’s ranch early to help him get ready for the big day.
Cooking him breakfast was no big deal. He’d had plenty of other things to worry about as Cole’s best man.
I licked my lips to stall a little as I thought about the routine that Asher and I had fallen into since I’d started to work for him.
Things had evolved from just a cleaning job to more of a household engineer for me.
I wanted to cook for him.
I wanted to organize and make his life easier because he spent long hours in his office every day.
I wanted to do more because he was paying me a ridiculous amount of money.
I felt like I owed him all of the extra things and more.
He’d balked at first, but one of the things he didn’t do well was cook and bake, so he didn’t grumble anymore when I put breakfast on the table after he came in from caring for his horses in the morning.
Lunch was usually a protein drink for him, and I left him dinner even though he’d insisted he didn’t need me to make anything.
I had weekends off, so I had no idea what he threw together when I wasn’t around.
I flinched as he sent me a long glare that said in no uncertain terms that he expected me to answer.
“I’m not sure why you’re making a big deal out of this, Mr. Remington. I skipped breakfast. I ate a lot from the buffet because I was hungry. I’m sorry.”
Maybe I shouldn’t have stuffed my face like a starving woman at his brother’s wedding.
“Don’t!” he said harshly.
I looked up at him, startled. “Don’t what?”
“Don’t fucking apologize for enjoying your food. Get another plate or two or three. I don’t give a damn. Just make sure that you’re not hungry anymore. And you didn’t answer my question about why you didn’t eat some of that breakfast you fed me this morning if you skipped your own breakfast at home.”
I had to admit that I’d thought about getting more food from the buffet, but I didn’t because I’d already put away enough to feed two people.
I wasn’t actually that hungry anymore. Everything had just tasted so damn good.
“I don’t grocery shop for two,” I told him honestly. “I buy whatever you need for the week.”
I happily did the grocery shopping for Asher since I lived in Billings, where I had a little more selection.
“Then start shopping for two,” he grumbled as he stood and nodded at my empty plate. “Are you going back for more?”
I shook my head. “I think I’ve eaten enough.”
“What’s good?”
“Everything,” I said with a sigh. “I didn’t get to the prime rib or the crab legs. I didn’t have enough space on my plate, but they smelled incredible.”
He turned and headed for the food without another word.
I watched as he picked up two plates and proceeded to load them up, stopping at the crab legs and prime rib station at the end.
I smiled when I noticed that most people gave Asher a wide berth as he plowed through the food selection.
He’d been serious when he’d said that most people were afraid of him.
