Tending the Billionaire by Nia Wilson

Author:Nia Wilson [Wilson, Nia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2016-05-23T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter 36

Aisha

TWO WEEKS LATER

“Portia, please. I’m thirsty, and if I don’t have enough to eat and drink, I can’t feed the baby.”

With a quick glance down at Farrah, who was actually plump as a grape and sleeping peacefully in my arms, I widened my eyes and gazed at Portia. The woman was, in my professional opinion, a complete whack job. If I had anyone to talk to other than my six-week old baby, I’d whisper, “She’s cuckoo,” behind my hand, like I did when I was kid and Grace and I were talking about my mother.

Really, Grace and I probably did that just a few months ago.

But there was nobody in the small room except for me and the baby, and there were only three rooms in the cabin in the Berkshires anyway. How Portia, a princess if I’d ever seen one, was able to stay in such non-luxurious accommodations was a mystery. I’d seen a glimpse of the cabin when the burly guards shoved me through to our room. A simple kitchen, wide living area, upstairs loft, and two downstairs bedrooms made up the cabin. It was nice, but it was rustic. Fine for normal people like me. In fact, other than the fact that my baby and I had been kidnapped and were staying there against our will, it wasn't so bad.

Portia stood before me—looking a lot like me except bred in richer circles and about twelve-feet tall—and swept her long arm around the room.

“Don’t you have everything you need here? Is this room not nicely appointed? I mean, it’s not The Four Seasons, but we can’t really say that you deserve such a lovely setting, can we? You’re obviously lower class than what James is used to.”

She’d been saying shit like that for days. The first two days I argued with her and called her names, but after that I just started to ignore her. Anyone who kidnapped her ex-lover’s new girlfriend was clearly nuts. I didn't have to listen to her.

“Yes, Portia!” I answered with false brightness. “My room is beautiful. Much, much nicer than anywhere I've ever stayed, because you know I was raised in a hovel. I’d never even seen indoor plumbing until you kidnapped me.”

With an exaggerated eye roll, I dropped back on the bed heavily. She stared at me for longer than was necessary, trying to decide if I was being sarcastic or not. I took the opportunity to keep talking. “And besides, I’m not asking for a nicer room. I’m asking for some water. I ate breakfast and it was fine, but I’m thirsty. And some diapers would be nice, you know, for James’s baby.”

I’d discovered on the second day that Portia’s motivation behind such a ridiculous scheme was the misguided notion that if Farrah and I just poof disappeared, James in his stupidity would forget all about us and come rushing back to Portia. When she first related this scheme to me, with classic villain-like cackling, I began to worry. Not because I thought that she was right, but because we were in the hands of a truly crazy person.

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