Besotted (The Billionaire Banker Series)

By: Georgia Le Carre

‘All right,’ she agrees and reaching into the cot picks Sorab up. Together we go to the kitchen. She closes the door and puts Sorab on the ground. Immediately he starts crawling very fast across the floor.

‘My God look at him go,’ Billie exclaims, for the moment her earlier worries forgotten.

I laugh. ‘He changes from day to day. Sometimes I wake up in the morning and I swear he has grown in the night.’

I fill the kettle with water while Billie lays a plastic mat on the floor and throws some toys on it. Sorab squeals and moves quickly towards them. While Billie sets about preparing Sorab’s milk, I drop tea bags into two mugs and three-quarter fill them with boiling water. I look into the cupboard where the biscuits are usually kept and it is empty. I open the fridge and peer into its impressive bareness.

‘Want some milkie, banker baby?’ I hear Billie ask Sorab.

Sorab lifts both hands and waves them in the air.

‘Good baby,’ she praises, and, gently pushing him down to the plastic mat, puts the teat into his mouth. She holds the bottle in place with one finger until he grasps it with both hands.

‘Don’t you have any food at all in this house?’

Billie gets off the floor and turns towards me. ‘Nope,’ she replies, totally unconcerned.

‘Want some of Sorab’s grape biscuits?’

‘OK.’

I shake out a couple and we sit next to each other.

I watch her put six spoons of sugar into her tea and stir it morosely. She takes a sip. ‘Well?’

I tell her everything I know.

She frowns. ‘It’s all a bit hard to believe, isn’t it?’

‘I’m sure it was far more difficult for the people who thought the world was flat to accept that it was actually round. Wouldn’t people on the bottom half be falling off? But the world is round. From young we have been trained to unquestionably accept what we are told from our parents and teachers. They taught it to us just as they had learned it. What if they, too, had been deliberately taught the wrong thing?’

‘OK, I get that they want to cull the ‘useless eaters’. I even get that they start wars not because they are promoting democracy and freedom, but because they want the country’s oil or gold or whatever. But why are they poisoning the land, water and air? Don’t they have to breathe the same air and live on the same land as us?’

‘I don’t have the answers, but I intend to find out.’

‘What really worries me is how safe are you?’

I sigh. ‘I haven’t really had a chance to speak to Blake about many things, but one thing I do know is that if Sorab and I were not safe now, I wouldn’t be here talking to you.’

‘So is Blake the new head of the Barrington empire now?’

‘I guess so.’

‘What about his older brother? Shouldn’t he be the next in line? And if he isn’t, wouldn’t he be jealous and plotting Blake’s downfall?’

I cover my eyes. ‘I don’t have any answers, Bill. I am scared. The future frightens me, but Blake is nobody’s fool. He plays his cards very close to his chest. He never once let on that he knew his father was watching. He let it all unfold in precisely the manner he had decided it would.’





Three


I know that Blake will be home very late because there is so much for him to organize. Even while I was with him the phone calls never stopped. As I promised to do, I call him when we reach the apartment building. We don’t talk for long—he is busy. I put my key through the door and realize that this is now home for me. It is where I live with my little family.

So much has happened here.

I play for a while with Sorab, then feed him and put him to bed. I prepare some food—grilled cheese on toast, and, eat it alone—I clean up after myself and wander about the place. From room to room I go switching on lights. It all feels so still and silent. Tonight I cannot bear any shadows. I see ghosts everywhere. I wish Blake would come home. When the phone rings I grab it with relief.

‘Hello.’

‘Hello, my darling. I’m missing you.’ His voice is like velvet in my ear.

‘Me too.’

‘What are you doing?’

‘Nothing. When are you coming home?’

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