A Gambling Heart: A BWWM Billionaire Romance by Tiana Cole & BWWM United

Author:Tiana Cole & BWWM United [Cole, Tiana]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2016-01-27T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 13 ( Sienna)

“Okay, I can do this, I can do this. There’s nothing to worry about. He’s just another man… err…patient. ” I had been repeating that thought in my mind ever since the limo picked me up from the curbside of the hospital.

I knew there were eyes staring down at me from the windows of the hospital. Word had gotten around pretty fast about the arrangement. I received a few high-fives, like it was the best thing that ever happened. Some followed me with brows arched to the sky.

Nurse Silva cornered me for a talk just before I left.

“You’re a nurse, never forget that. You don’t have to accept shit from him. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Nurse Silva. Don’t worry about me. I can take care of myself.”

Chantal was ecstatic and goggly-eyed. She made me swear to keep her in the loop. Like she expected to hear juicy gossip. She also asked if it were possible to visit me at Gareth’s place. I knew she was curious about a lot of things and told her so. She giggled and I replied that I didn’t think it would be a problem. I was there to work and was not a prisoner after all. But in my mind, I wondered if there were certain schedules I had to make clear with Gareth. It was a Monday to Friday live-in set up. I had weekends off.

We entered a gated subdivision in the suburb. The houses were huge with tall wrought iron gates. Just beyond those gates were manicured lawns and sprawling gardens.

Everything my eyes beheld screamed exclusivity. From the immaculate tree-lined wide roads to the cars that were parked outside the gates. There was a regal stillness typical to the moneyed class.

You didn’t see a single soul loitering in the streets or a dog rummaging through a garbage dump. I wasn’t surprised. I knew Gareth was wealthy.

“Does Mr. Westbrook keep residence here in this neighborhood?”

I was almost embarrassed to use the term neighborhood. This felt more like an enclave for the rich and famous. Neighborhood was a place I lived in. You could hear the neighbors screaming from across the yard and there was always a baby crying, day or night.

He looked at me through the rearview mirror and replied, “No, ma’am. Mr. Westbrook has his own apartment in the city. This is his mother’s home, but she prefers to stay in Spain now because of the weather. Mr. Westbrook comes over for the weekends.”

“Oh. So this is not where he will be recuperating?”

“He intends to stay for the duration, ma’am.”

“Please call me Sienna.”

The chauffeur nodded but did not respond. He turned into a cul-de-sac and stopped by the gate of a palatial home. He pressed a series of numbers on a button and the gate opened. I felt my heart skip a beat. I could almost feel Gareth’s presence within those walls.

“Mr. Westbrook left word that you should make yourself at home. The maid will show you up to your room.”

I was surprised.

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