The Billionaire's Extraordinary Romance

Chapter 36: Sizzling Sensations

Jayden's POV

"I'm so sorry I had to call you tonight after bringing Kyra here myself. It's just that there are problems with some clients that need to be sorted out tonight and I might come back in the morning. Layton and Lisa are coming with me. It's a really serious issue that could cost us a lot so we all have to be there. Kyra doesn't want to stay behind with house help or her nurses," Flavia explained apologetically as I sat with her in their main lounge.

If only she knew how much of a favour this was to me. I had been struggling with thinking of some excuse to spend the night in their house, but luck was on my side. Well, nature was rooting for this anyway, who was I to oppose nature?

"Please, Mom. You don't have to worry. Your daughter will be in good hands all night long," I promised.

"I promise this won't happen again. It's just for today. I hope I didn't disturb you in any way."

"Not at all. I'll take care of Kyra. You just relax and go do your work. We'll be fine."

"She's been refusing to eat all day long and she was crying when we got here in the morning. She hasn't been talking to anyone. Will you try and calm her down and find out what's wrong with her?"

"Sure. I'll try must best. Don't worry about her. She's in good hands," I assured her. She nodded gratefully.

"I'll be on my way now. Lisa and Layton are already waiting for me at the airport."

"Of course. Have a safe flight," I wished her as she bid me farewell. I escorted her out to her car, promising I'd take care of Kyra. When she left, I smiled inwardly. The coast was clear. I finally had ample time to be alone with my princess.

As I walked back into the house, I got a call from Kylie. She was in Canada for work. She had left in the morning. She was doing well and just updating me on how she was doing. We talked for about half an hour then we ended the call. I didn't want her to feel like I was completely ignoring her.

It was already dark around eight. A maid directed me upstairs to Kyra's bedroom. I had a box in my hands that had a few things I had brought her.

I entered Kyra's bedroom. The door was open. It was big, luxurious, beautiful and tidy. I loved her taste. She was sitting on the bed on top of the blankets, her arms folded.

She was wearing tattered denim jeans that left her knees bare and a yellow fluffy sweater. Her hair was left hanging loose and her eyes were watery. She was sad.

There were two young women in white uniforms who I guessed were nurses and two other young women in formal maids clothing. They were both holding trays.

"Kyra, hey," I greeted her, putting the box on the floor. All the ladies in the room turned to me. Kyra frowned when she saw their reaction to seeing me.

"You may all leave and don't disturb us please. I don't want anyone upstairs tonight," Kyra sulked, pouting. I missed that pout.

"But Kyra, you need close monitoring and we have to attend to your knee," a nurse said in an exaggeratedly sweet tone.

"My husband is here. He can do that perfectly well," Kyra said, raising her voice by every second. She looked angry.

"You can leave. I'll take care of her."

"You can call us at anytime you need us. We'll be in the kitchen," one of the nurses purred. I got it now.

"Sure. You may leave," I replied, smiling. They all left giggling and closed the door. Kyra grumbled incoherent things, then she groaned.