Romance: The Damaged Billionaire by Jodi Cooper Read Free Book Online Page B

really?”
    “Yes, really.”
    I smile and get out of the bed, throw on my pants and panties, before helping him out of bed.
    He winces a little and I know that he’s lying about the pain that he’s feeling. I will have to give him the pain pills once he’s got some food in his system because giving them to him on an empty stomach wouldn’t be good.
    I sit him down at the kitchen table and James places pancakes and French toast down in front of us along with freshly squeezed orange juice.
    “I take it you put in another request with the cook,” I say.
    “I don’t like to wait around for breakfast. I like to have it ready soon as I walk out of the room,” he says as he takes a bite of his pancake.
    I take a bite of French toast and smile.
    This cook has the key to my heart with how he throws down in the kitchen.
    I open my mouth to say something when two blonde girls come rushing into the kitchen, creating noise for attention.
    One of the blondes is tall and leggy and looks like she could be a super model.
    The other is about average height but she has large breasts courtesy of a plastic surgeon - because there was no way that those things are real.
    “Archer, baby, how are you feeling?” asks the tall leggy one.
    “Yes, we came over as soon as we heard about what happened,” says the other one.
    I roll my eyes.
    I already know what type of girls they are.
    It starts with gold and ends with digger.
    However, Archer is eating up the attention. After hugging him, the girls can’t take their hands off him.
    “You poor baby,” they say.
    “We’re here to look after you,” they pout.
    “I’ve been feeling good, thanks,” he smiles. “I hired a nurse to take care of me. She’s right there - her name is Lara. Lara, this is Brittany and Jessica.”
    They look me over, roll their eyes and turn their attention back to Archer.
    “Is there anything that we can do for you? Surely this nurse can’t be doing everything,” says Jessica, the tall and leggy one.
    “You can keep me company. It’s been kind of lonely around here these past couple of days,” he says without taking his eyes off their breasts.
    I look at him in disbelief.
    Lonely?
    After all that we’ve been through and talked about, he still says that he’s lonely?
    We’ve just shared the most intimate details about our lives and he’s still lonely?
    What the hell?
    I suddenly lose my appetite, storming out of the room. I don’t even think Archer noticed me leave.
    Entering my guest bedroom, I pull out some clothes and get into the shower, but the anger rages inside me.
    How could I have been so stupid?
    I bet Archer has done this a thousand times before.
    He’s a prick.
    He’s a rich prick.
    He doesn’t care about me.
    Or anyone.
    And that’s why nobody really cares about him.
    He has probably spun that sob story so many times that he’s almost guaranteed to get sex at the end of it.
    Prick.
    I turn the shower on, making the water as hot as I can make it, and allow it to ease the tension out of muscles.
    I get out of the shower and throw my clothes on. I would somehow make it through this day dealing with dumb blonde one and dumb blonde two.
    I walk out of the room and head back into the living room where Archer is sitting in between the two blondes laughing and talking.
    I take the pain pills out of the bottle and hand them to him and he takes them, not even acknowledging me, but continuing to talk to his ‘friends’.
    It goes on like that all day.
    He doesn’t even say two words to me and I realize that I have had enough.
    I can’t deal with it.
    And I won’t deal with it.
    I’ve gotten myself in too deep and I need to pull myself out.
    I go back into the room, repack my suitcases, and drag them out towards the door.
    Archer, still in-between the blondes, sees me leaving. He raises his brow at me as I drag the suitcases along but he doesn’t say anything.
    He knows… but he doesn’t care.
    I’m just another girl to him.
    Another