Forty 2 Days (The Billionaire Banker) (17 page)

‘
Who the hell is that?’

‘
I didn’t know either.  But he is the god of time.  Usually depicted as an old man with a grey beard.  According to Greek mythology Cronus deposed his father and, in fear of a prophecy that he would suffer the same fate, he began to swallow each of his children as soon as they were born.’

‘
Charming.  What’s that got to do with you?’

‘
I don’t know.  I’m trying to work it out.’

‘
Why don’t you ask Blake?’

‘
Because she said, don’t trust anyone and I’m not sure—‘

‘
You don’t trust Blake!’ Billie’s eyes are huge with shock.

‘
It’s not that I don’t trust him.  I trust him with my life, but he is definitely hiding something important from me.  Besides, he has already told me that the less I know the safer I will be.’

‘
Jesus, Lana, what kind of shit are you messed up in?’

I
wake up exhausted.
In fact, last night I was so dead to the world, I did not even wake up at dawn to take care of Sorab.  Blake did.  Before he left for work he gently shook me awake and said, ‘Shall I ask Gerry to come take care of Sorab today?’

But I had shaken my head.  ‘No, I’m fine.’

‘
OK, I’ll call you mid-morning.’

I pull myself out of bed.  I am so tired I feel almost tearful.  I hear Sorab cry and I move instinctively towards the sound.  I pick him up and put him in his playpen.  He looks at me with his great big blue eyes and grizzles softly.  I know what he wants.  He wants me to carry him.  But I can’t.  Not today.  

Today I just want to go back to bed and sleep.  I wipe my hand down my face.  I go over to the tin of biscuits.  Flavored with organic grape juice they are his favorite.  I thrust one into his hand.  He starts nibbling on it and I stumble out of the room.  I have a plan.  I will leave him with Billie and I will have a good sleep.  I need it.

By the time I reach Billie I actually feel dizzy.  

‘
What’s the matter with you?’ Billie says.

‘
Tired,’ I say.  ‘Can you just watch him while I go back and sleep for a few hours?’

‘
Whoa,’ she says.  Her voice sounds far away.  ‘You’re going nowhere like this.  Come here.’  

Obediently I turn towards her voice.  She leads me to her bed.  I fall gratefully into it; it smells of her hairspray and perfume.  Familiar.  I turn my face towards it.

I feel a cool hand on my forehead.  ‘Shit,’ I hear her say.  ‘You’re burning up with fever.’

I go to sleep and when I wake up I hear Blake’s voice, raised, angry.  

‘
Why didn’t you call me?’

‘
It’s not like she’s dying.  She’s got the fucking flu.  Everybody gets it.’

‘
I’m calling the doctor.’

‘
Who’s stopping you?’

I feel Blake sitting on the bed beside me.  He seems odd, distressed.  

‘
I’m all right.  It’s just the flu.’

‘
The doctor will be here soon.’

The doctor confirms Billie’s diagnosis. ‘Flu, but,’ he cautions, ‘she does seem malnourished.  Perhaps even anemic.  I’d recommend a full check-up.’

Other doctors come and inject me with cocktails of vitamins, C, B complex.  I must admit I feel better after these injections.  I am spoon-fed tomato soup that Laura has sent.  It doesn’t taste anything like the canned Heinz tomato soup that I am used to.  I make a face.

‘
It’s just missing the MSG,’ Blake comments dryly.  He makes me finish it all.  

I am then moved into my old room.  The sheets have been changed.  They feel cool against my skin.  It is a relief to fall into soft blackness, but I sleep badly.  Tossing and turning through the night.  Sometimes I open my eyes and Blake is always there.  Awake and working.  He has brought a desk into my room.  The fever breaks in the early morning hours.  I sit in bed and eat a cup full of jelly.  The jelly tastes funny.  I complain and grumble.

‘
You are such a terrible patient.  Get it all down.  It is all good stuff.  You’re body is crying out for minerals and vitamins,’ Blake scolds.

To my absolute horror I am put into a wheelchair the next day and wheeled down the corridor and into the lift.  It stinks of urine and I see Blake’s mouth settle into a hard line.  He hates dirt, chaos, disorder, ugliness.

For a week I am invalid, but the expensive daily injections and cups of red, green and yellow jelly are useful, and soon I am almost myself. My appetite returns and I feel good again.  

But I have lost five days of my 42.

I
meet Blake for lunch in Maide Vale, in a restaurant that reflects the laid-back style of the area.

‘
Why are we meeting here?’ I ask.

‘
Got something to show you,’ he says.

‘
What?’ I ask curiously.  His eyes are twinkling, he laughs at my impatience.

‘
Why spoil the surprise?’

‘
OK.’

After lunch, Tom drives us to an apartment block in the middle of Little Venice.  We get out and take the lift to the fifth floor.  Blake fishes a key out of his pocket, and with a lopsided smile at my uncomprehending frown puts the key into the door and opens it.  We step into an empty apartment.  I am immediately drawn to the balcony.  It has a wonderful view of all the waterways and canals that make up Little Venice.  Pretty amazing.  

‘
Do you like it?’

‘
Yeah,’ I say carefully, not sure where this is going.  And then suddenly it hits me.  This is my kiss-off present at the end of our 42 days.  I keep a bright smile on my face, hope it doesn’t look too false, and turn around.

He has taken Sorab out of the pram and is coming towards me with him in his arms.  ‘He’ll drool all over your suit,’ I say, trying to appear normal.

‘
Come, I’ll show you the rest,’ he says.  He seems almost excited.  That kind of annoys me.  I remember Jack saying, no man wants a woman for just 42 days.  You’ll end up as his mistress.  

Silently, I follow him around the two-bedroom flat.  The main bedroom is sunny and spacious, but my heart is breaking inside.  He wants to stash me away here!

‘
Do you think Billie will like it?’

‘
Billie?’ I ask, confused.

He nods.  ‘You know her taste, do you think she will like it?’

I frown.  ‘Why?’

‘
It’s for her.’

‘
What?’ I laugh.  A crazy cackle.  

‘
Well?’

I laugh again with relief.  It is tumbling inside me like an upturned bowl of marbles.  The sound a joy to behold.  ‘She’ll love it.’

‘
That’s settled then,’ he says, in a satisfied tone.  ‘It is in your name, of course, since I know that she keeps…er…complicated financial arrangements with the Her Majesty’s government, but whenever she becomes financially independent you can transfer it into her name.’

‘
Why are you doing this?’

‘
I don’t want you visiting her on that horrible estate.  Every time you tell me you are going there I almost break out in hives.’

I can’t stop smiling.  

‘
Obviously it needs a new bathroom and kitchen, but you girls can redecorate it in any way you want.  Just liaise with Laura and she will open accounts wherever you want.’

I am so full of joy I am almost in tears.  ‘It is the most wonderful thing that anyone has ever done for Billie.’

He becomes suddenly brusque with embarrassment.  ‘Well, I have to get back to the office.  Tom will drop you off wherever you want to go.  See you at home this evening.’

I throw my arms around his neck.  I feel so much love for him I am almost in tears.  ‘Thank you,’ I whisper.  ‘Thank you so much.’ I pull back and look deeply into his beautiful eyes.  ‘I really, really, really love you, you know.  With all my heart.’  

He bends his head and kisses me tenderly.  Why won’t he tell me he loves me?  I know he loves me.  Someone who is not in love could never do something this generous and delicious.

I go with him to the door.  He stops.  ‘Who did you think the apartment was for?’

‘
Me.’

‘
You?’  He seemed genuinely confused.  ‘Why would you think that?’

‘
I thought it was my kiss-off gift.’

He caresses my cheek with the back of his hand.  ‘You have no idea at all, have you?  The papers are on the ledge over the fireplace,’ he says, and then he is gone.

I stand in the balcony and watch him leave the building, cross the road and get into the back of a waiting dark blue Rolls-Royce with a silver hood.  Then I call Billie.

‘
Billie, what are you doing right now?’

‘
Watching my nails dry.’

‘
Can you get a cab and come meet me in Maida Vale.’

‘
Why, what’s in Maida Vale?’

‘
Do you want to spoil the surprise?’

‘
Why would I wanna do that?’

The bell rings in less than half an hour.

I open the door with a stupid grin on my face.  I can’t help it.  I am so happy and excited for Billie.

‘
I’ve smeared my nail polish so this better be good,’ she says, waving her ruined nails in front of my face.  

‘
Sorry,’ I say and she steps over the threshold.  Just like me she goes immediately to the balcony.

‘
Wow, this is some view, isn’t it?  Whose place is it?’

‘
Yours.’

She turns around slowly.  ‘Sorry?’

‘
It’s yours.  Blake bought it for you.’

‘
For me?’ She is frowning.

‘
Yup.’

Her eyes are narrowed.  ‘Why?’

‘
I think he hates Sorab’s godmother to live on a council estate.  He was kind of put off by the syringes and the smell in the stairwells.’

‘
What do you mean by
for me
?  What happens when your 42 days are up?’

‘
You still get to keep it.’

She breaks into a mad grin.  ‘A flat right in the middle of classy Little Venice just for little ole me?  Wow.  You know what, if he hasn’t been straight as a die in all his dealings with you from the moment he met you, I’d never believe it.’

‘
Well, it’s in my name at the moment, but as soon as our business picks up and you stop being on the dole, I’ll transfer it into your name.’  

I hand her the papers.

She looks at them.  ‘Wow, who’d have thought?’  She lifts her face to mine.  There are tears in her eyes.  She blinks them away proudly.

I smile at her.  ‘And you know what is even more exciting?  Blake has agreed to pick up the decorating tab.  You have carte blanche to decorate it in any way you want.’

‘
I just don’t know what to say, Lana,’ she says suddenly.  

‘
Is it worth messing your nails for?’ I tease.

‘
Can you put that child down for one moment,’ she asks gruffly.

I put Sorab into his stroller and she envelops me in a bear hug.  ‘Thank you, Lana.  I know you don’t pray, so every day I get down on my knees and I pray that everything will work out for you,’ she whispers in my ear.

I pull back.  ‘You do?’

She nods solemnly.

‘
Thank you,’ I say, and smile.  Grateful that she is my friend.

Day 17

He made me lie on the bathroom floor and gave me a hot coffee enema.  Twice he administered it.  It was uncomfortable.  And twice I sat on the toilet until there was no more to void, and I felt strangely light and cleansed.  

At the edge of the bed he pushed me back and holding onto my thighs he spread my legs wide and pinned them on either side of my head.  My lower body rolled up to accommodate his needs.  Now nothing was hidden from his eyes.  Completely exposed to him, I looked into his hooded eyes,

He laid his palm on my open sex.

‘
You are very damp,’ he said, and immediately after sank into my wet cunt.  

He buried himself deeper still.  I cried out, but he only said, ‘You were made for me.  This body was made to take me and only me.  When I am finished with you there will be no part of your body that I will not have been in or on.  Every fucking inch of you is mine and mine only.’

He pulled out of me and without taking his eyes off me smeared his thumb with lubricant.

‘
Now lie down on your face and present yourself to me.’

I turned over and lay down with my cheek flat on the mattress and my butt rounded and pushed up towards him.  

‘
Spread your legs more for me.’ I obeyed and he slowly inserted his thumb into the ring of clenched muscles.  

‘
I own this,’ he said, dipping it in and out.  In and out.  

Strange, but not painful.  Pleasurable even.  I knew what he was doing.  He was stretching me.  Touching the sensitive walls, pressing on vital nerve endings until my body began to move restlessly on the bed.  Now he knew I was excited and ready.

He covered his erection with jelly and began to press it against me.

This time I cried out in protest.  A sharp, unfamiliar pain.  A frisson of panic in my lower belly.  He is too big.  I won’t be able to take him.

‘
You have to relax,’ he said.  ‘Let me in… Pain has possibilities,
holds a different kind of pleasure.’  His voice was low, seductive.

I wanted to take him in, but my muscles remained clenched, uncooperative.  He could not have moved an inch further.  

‘
You have to trust me, Lana,’ he said and reaching under me began to stroke my clitoris.  I began to tremble.  Taking advantage of my distracted state, he pushed suddenly into me.