Billionaire Romance: The Billionaire's Secrets (Alpha Billionaire Romance Book 1) Read Free Page B
Author: Danielle Fin
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not really know exactly where he was from, from England? From Bahrain? He answered as honestly as he could,
“I flew in from England.”
“Backpacking?”
“Excuse me?”
“Backpacking, traveling around the world, hopping from one rent a sofa to another, working along the way for the fare for the next destination…”
“Oh, backpacking. No, not really. Visiting a relative.”
“Oh sorry, is your relative here in the hospital too?”
“Yes, how about you?”
“My friend, she sprained her ankle and some tests are being done for her.”
“Is it serious?”
“The sprain, no not really.”
“I’m sorry I thought that since you were crying, I thought it was something serious.”
“I just remembered a few months ago, I can’t even remember how long it was. I was in a similar chapel, in another country, when I confirmed the news of my parents’ death.”
“Sorry, I did not mean to..”
“It’s alright. I’m fine now. How about you? Your relative?”
“He’s not doing too well. The doctors say we might have to bring him home since they can do no more for him.”
“Sorry to hear that. What happened?”
“Heart attack, the doctors are still trying to confirm it but it is bad. I would rather not talk about it now. Want to grab a cup of coffee. I know a great coffee shop around the block that serves the best one here in Manama.”
“I’m not sure, I have to look after my friend. She might be done with her tests soon.”
“At the hospital cafeteria then? We can ask the hospital staff to look for you down in the cafeteria when your friend’s tests are done. Unless, you want to stay here.”
“I think I have enough crying done for the day. Cafeteria coffee sounds good.”
Chapter 5: A Gilded Cage
A knock came in from the door and Tricia stood up from her bed. She covered herself with the pink and black La Perla night robe that she found at the foot of her bed.
Another gift, she thought to herself.
Past the double doors of her bedroom, past the sitting room and then past again the living room of her suite, she finally attended to the persistent knocking. She peered from the hole and saw the familiar uniform of the hotel butler assigned exclusively for her. Without wanting to, she forced herself to open the door.
“Good morning Ms. Dover. Breakfast is served in the dining room; I was hoping that I could brief you on your schedule today with His Highness.”
From the tone of Mr. Davidson his state was more of giving information than asking for permission. For almost a year, he was in the service of Tricia but for the past few months, it seemed like Tricia was in Davidson’s service. Not just Davidson, the whole goddamn Royal Family.
“Let’s get on with it Davidson.” Tricia sat herself on one of the plush divans of her suite and crossed her legs just to make Davidson uncomfortable.
Davidson noticed and was not amused. He started to recite Tricia’s schedule:
At 9:00am, ribbon cutting of the newly opened wing for the Royal Bahrain Hospital
At 9:45am, tea for raising funds for the Asian victims of a typhone
At 10:30am, meeting with His Highness’ charity foundation
At 11:30am, reading with His Highness at public school in Manama
Tricia barely listened to Davidson. On and on, he droned about her schedule. Her schedule! Tricia with her free spirit, her quest for adventure and her passion for life, a schedule was the last thing she would have.
That’s the old Tricia.
She closed her eyes and imagined how she looked like today and how different she was compared to the time before he met Isa. Everything changed a few days after he met him. She distinctly remembered the cup of coffee that they drank at the hospital cafeteria where Ivy’s sprain was treated. It was only less than a year but it seemed to be an entire lifetime that has passed. Ivy and Ross left
“I flew in from England.”
“Backpacking?”
“Excuse me?”
“Backpacking, traveling around the world, hopping from one rent a sofa to another, working along the way for the fare for the next destination…”
“Oh, backpacking. No, not really. Visiting a relative.”
“Oh sorry, is your relative here in the hospital too?”
“Yes, how about you?”
“My friend, she sprained her ankle and some tests are being done for her.”
“Is it serious?”
“The sprain, no not really.”
“I’m sorry I thought that since you were crying, I thought it was something serious.”
“I just remembered a few months ago, I can’t even remember how long it was. I was in a similar chapel, in another country, when I confirmed the news of my parents’ death.”
“Sorry, I did not mean to..”
“It’s alright. I’m fine now. How about you? Your relative?”
“He’s not doing too well. The doctors say we might have to bring him home since they can do no more for him.”
“Sorry to hear that. What happened?”
“Heart attack, the doctors are still trying to confirm it but it is bad. I would rather not talk about it now. Want to grab a cup of coffee. I know a great coffee shop around the block that serves the best one here in Manama.”
“I’m not sure, I have to look after my friend. She might be done with her tests soon.”
“At the hospital cafeteria then? We can ask the hospital staff to look for you down in the cafeteria when your friend’s tests are done. Unless, you want to stay here.”
“I think I have enough crying done for the day. Cafeteria coffee sounds good.”
Chapter 5: A Gilded Cage
A knock came in from the door and Tricia stood up from her bed. She covered herself with the pink and black La Perla night robe that she found at the foot of her bed.
Another gift, she thought to herself.
Past the double doors of her bedroom, past the sitting room and then past again the living room of her suite, she finally attended to the persistent knocking. She peered from the hole and saw the familiar uniform of the hotel butler assigned exclusively for her. Without wanting to, she forced herself to open the door.
“Good morning Ms. Dover. Breakfast is served in the dining room; I was hoping that I could brief you on your schedule today with His Highness.”
From the tone of Mr. Davidson his state was more of giving information than asking for permission. For almost a year, he was in the service of Tricia but for the past few months, it seemed like Tricia was in Davidson’s service. Not just Davidson, the whole goddamn Royal Family.
“Let’s get on with it Davidson.” Tricia sat herself on one of the plush divans of her suite and crossed her legs just to make Davidson uncomfortable.
Davidson noticed and was not amused. He started to recite Tricia’s schedule:
At 9:00am, ribbon cutting of the newly opened wing for the Royal Bahrain Hospital
At 9:45am, tea for raising funds for the Asian victims of a typhone
At 10:30am, meeting with His Highness’ charity foundation
At 11:30am, reading with His Highness at public school in Manama
Tricia barely listened to Davidson. On and on, he droned about her schedule. Her schedule! Tricia with her free spirit, her quest for adventure and her passion for life, a schedule was the last thing she would have.
That’s the old Tricia.
She closed her eyes and imagined how she looked like today and how different she was compared to the time before he met Isa. Everything changed a few days after he met him. She distinctly remembered the cup of coffee that they drank at the hospital cafeteria where Ivy’s sprain was treated. It was only less than a year but it seemed to be an entire lifetime that has passed. Ivy and Ross left
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