The Billionaire’s Hidden Heiress

Chapter 48



Flair

POV

"Did you see her face?" crowed Rachel as the limousine drove towards her apartment first "That manager didn't know who she was messing with" she added with satisfaction.

"No, but I wasn't expecting lan to take it that far" I murmured "although maybe I should have anticipated it, considering he doesn't take being snubbed too well."

Rachel raised a brow "Well he got us out of a tight spot and that's all that matters, but what are you going to tell Grayson when he realizes there's no charge on his card for the dresses?"

I sighed "I don't know I'll think of something. Maybe I could say lan is a close friend of yours" I suggested.

She laughed "Knowing Grayson he would probably believe it. Heck it might even make Timothy jealous" she mused, her eyes lighting up.

I shook my head at her as the limousine pulled to a stop in front of her building, Rachel quickly grabbed her bag with her dress and climbed out. "Have Lynn take over classes for the next week or so" I yelled out as she nodded "I want time to get ready for the party." "Will do" she said cheerfully "but if she leaves the studio a mess like she did last time, you're cleaning it up" she added with narrowed eyes.

"That's fair," I said as she giggled, waving goodbye, the limousine smoothly pulling back out.

I stared blankly out the window, a little stunned when it stopped outside Grayson's mansion, and thanked the driver as I got out and slowly made my way inside.

I really needed to make this place feel more homely I concluded, the place still feeling cold and sterile. I put the bag of clothes and accessories away and then headed into the kitchen. I had promised Grayson that I would make dinner tonight. The fridge, freezer, and pantry were well stocked, which stunned me because Grayson didn't have a cook. So who put everything away? Did he have somebody come by every few days to do it? I tapped my chin thinking. What could I make for a man that loved to eat? "Screw it, homemade pizzas with my special dough," I said with a shrug.

It wasn't over the top fancy, but it meant I could eat a vegan one, while Grayson had meat on his and the dough was nice and fluffy. I grabbed the ingredients out and began to get started, inhaling the sweet aroma of the baking ingredients, flour beginning to get all over my clothes and the floor in the kitchen. I didn't mind. I enjoyed cooking. There was something soothing about it. I flattened the dough, using a rolling pin to flatten it out, making two large pizzas, and then began to assemble the toppings.

I crinkled my nose at Grayson's with meat on it and then turned to mine, satisfied with the various vegetables. I slid both into the oven, glancing at the time. It was late afternoon, practically evening. I could keep the heat on low once they were done and hopefully, Grayson would be home soon. I began to set the table, humming under my breath. I even grabbed some wine and placed that on the table with some glasses. I was just putting the finishing touches on the table when I heard the sound of the front door opening. "That smells delicious" Grayson mumbled, coming into the kitchen with his briefcase and taking gigantic whiffs.

"I said I would cook dinner," I said nervously "I hope you don't mind pizza. Yours has meat on it" I added hastily as he glanced towards the oven.

"Mind" he mumbled "I'm starving" he added, his stomach growling.

He reached for me and kissed me on the cheek. I frowned. Something was off about Grayson. He was extremely pale.

"Grayson, are you feeling well?" I asked in concern as he sat at the dining table, putting his briefcase to the side "you don't look very good." "Headache" he rasped "it's nothing to worry about" he added.NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

"I have some painkillers in my purse," I told him worriedly, quickly going upstairs to fetch them, before grabbing a glass of water and passing them to him "here drink and have them. They are quite strong" I warned him "but they are prescription ones." He looked grateful and took the painkillers, swigging down the water and swallowing.

"Thanks," he said, closing his eyes and leaning back in the chair "how was your day today?" he asked as I began to get the pizzas out of the oven and onto plates.

"Oh," I said flustered. I decided to keep it basic so that he didn't ask too many questions."I um, went shopping with Rachel" I said blasely, coming to the table with the plates and putting his in front of him.

I smoothly sat down and put my plate in front of me "as it is we ran into a friend of hers" I added as Grayson shot me an interested look "lan Grant" I said slowly as his eyes lit up "and he um, insisted on paying for the clothes" I finished weakly.

I felt like he could look right through me.

"Ian Grant" Grayson said astonished as he picked up a slice of his pizza and took a tentative bite, his eyes closing and a moan coming from his lips It seems that some sentences in this chapter require you to read the complete chapters on Jo (b) n i b.com in order to avoid an incomplete reading experience. "this is delicious" he praised me "lan Grant was a great friend of mine when we went to college together," he said enthusiastically "I wonder how he's going these days" he murmured, chewing on his food, a pleased expression on his face.

I had not known that Grayson and lan had been friends back in the day. Damn. I forced a smile onto my face. No wonder my brother had not objected to this marriage or tried to prevent it. If he was friends with Grayson, it meant they were loyal to each other. "Well" I stammered "he seemed very pleasant and charming."

Lame, very lame Flair. I took a giant bite of my pizza, trying to avoid any more questioning.

"How strange that he knows your friend Rachel" Grayson continued as he bit into another slice of pizza "I would not have thought they run in the same circles" he added, glancing at me.

I almost choked. "Um, they met when one of his girlfriends tried a yoga class at our yoga studio and apparently they just got along really well."

I was an i***t. My face flamed. Grayson just shrugged, more interested in the pizza.

"Well, lan's always been a nice guy," he said with a smile and then bit some more into his pizza and moaned.

"Flair you've really outdone yourself" he groaned "I can't remember the last time I had a hot homemade meal, other than when you made those brownies," he said.

I was more than pleased. The fact that he enjoyed it, just gave me pleasure. He was so appreciative, that it made all the effort I had gone to worth it. But he was still pale as he sat there and I narrowed my eyes, certain he was swaying. "Are those painkillers working?" I asked concerned.

"A little" he grunted, "but my head is throbbing like crazy and I'm afraid that I might need to go lie down" he added reluctantly, finishing off the last slice.

He stood up and then stumbled slightly. I rushed to help him, putting my arm underneath his shoulder and assisting him to stand.

"Let's get you to bed," I said softly.

He looked at the table remorsefully "I really should be helping you to clean up" he said apologetically "seeing as you went to so much effort."

What a strange man. So kind and gracious. I shook my head and began to climb the stairs, his weight on top of me. By the time we reached the foot of the stairs, there was a sheen of sweat across my forehead and he looked nausea.

We staggered to the bed and I pushed him down so that he was on his back. I took note of the pain on his face. "You have a migraine."

It was not a question. I suffered from them occasionally myself and knew how painful they could be.

"Yes," Grayson said softly.

I began to take his shoes and socks off as he lay there helplessly. "You need rest Grayson," I said, putting his shoes neatly to the side. I made sure the curtains to the room were closed and then went into the bathroom, fetching a washcloth that I dampened with some water.

I sat beside my husband and tenderly wiped the sweat off his face as he closed his eyes.

"You don't have to do this" he groaned.

I sensed he didn't like looking weak in front of me. Or maybe it was because he was vulnerable. But he made no effort to stop me as I began to gently stroke his forehead with my fingers and rub his temples.

"Thank you for dinner" he whispered.

I could see the tension on his face beginning to ease as he lay there in the dark and silence of the bedroom. I leaned down and kissed him on the forehead, feeling tender towards my husband, and then began to stand up, but Grayson's hand shot out and grabbed me by the arm as I hesitated.

"Don't go" his voice was barely above a whisper now as I looked down upon him "stay."

"You're sick," I said softly.

"Don't go" he repeated, firmly, "just lie next to me. Your presence" he paused as I stared at him with bewilderment "it calms me" he admitted.

I slowly climbed into the bed, and Grayson gave a relieved smile, his eyes fluttering closed. I stayed silent. Within minutes his breathing had evened out and his soft snores were filling the room. He was asleep. His hand refused to let go of mine however and eventually all thoughts of needing to clean up the kitchen or do the dishes fled my mind as I took comfort in my husband next to me and my own eyes began to close, soothed by the warm body next to me and the soft sounds of his snores reaching my ears.


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