Part 3The Laziest Billionaire

"Is it comfortable?"

After a long, tense moment, that's what Aiden asked. Not the explosion of anger I'd expected, especially with Naomi fanning the flames so expertly.

I rubbed my eyes and gave him a serious nod. "Very. The aromatherapy is great for sleep."

A hint of surprise flickered in his eyes, as if he hadn't expected me to know about aromatherapy. "Then you can stay here."

Naomi looked stunned. "Aiden! In the past, you'd get angry if I even stepped into your room. Why does she get to sleep here?"

"Are you hungry?" Aiden ignored her completely, a small smile playing on his lips as he looked at me.

I nodded, adding, "Don't want to get out of bed."

"Alright. I'll bring it up for you." He nodded and turned to leave.

Naomi’s eyes widened, her voice a furious whisper. "Why? Why is he so good to you when you've just arrived? He’s a complete germaphobe, but he's letting you sleep in his bed? He's even going to let you eat in his bed? Why?"

I didn't bother answering, just pulled out my phone and started scrolling through videos. Naomi stood there, looking like a fool, but she didn't leave. It seemed she was morbidly curious to see how I would manage to eat in Aiden's pristine bed.

A few minutes later, Aiden returned pushing a serving cart. It had a small, extendable tray table that could be positioned over the bed. All I had to do was sit up.

I did so, listlessly, rinsed my mouth with some water, and then dug into the food without a word. Aiden went to his desk and started working on his laptop, not paying me any mind at all.

Naomi sidled over to the cart and picked up a glass of juice. I knew what she was planning. She was going to "accidentally" spill it on the bed and then tattle to the compulsively clean Aiden about my clumsiness. I had no idea how he'd react, but I was sure it would involve me having to move rooms.

I'm lazy. I didn't want to move.

So, I picked up my phone and aimed the camera at her.

The motion of her hand, just about to tip the glass, froze. A strained, sickly smile spread across her face as she held the juice out to me. "Sister, have some juice."

"Don't want any."

I glanced over at Aiden and found him already looking our way. Our eyes met for a moment. He had beautiful eyes, deep and perceptive, as if they could see right through everything.

"Naomi," Aiden's voice cut through the silence. "Don't you have your college entrance exams coming up? Shouldn't you be studying?"

Naomi’s smile faltered. She knew she was being dismissed. She had no choice but to leave.

After I finished eating, a housekeeper came in to clear everything away. I went back to my routine: left hand coding, right hand scrolling.

I have no idea how much time passed, but eventually, I was sleepy again. I was about to go take another shower before bed when Aiden finished his work. He walked over and placed a small bottle on the nightstand. "Nootropic supplements," he said. "For brain function."

"Thanks, Aiden," I said, looking at him with suspicion. How did he know I needed something like that?

But he had already left the room.

I was too lazy to ask. I took a shower, swallowed the pills, and was asleep in minutes.

The next few days passed in a similar blur. I barely left the room. Naomi kept trying to stir up trouble, but she never got the chance. Aiden was there every day, working quietly at his desk, but we hardly spoke.

Until one morning, as I was still dead to the world, the blankets were suddenly ripped off me.

I shot awake to see my biological parents standing over me. It was my father who had torn away my covers.

"What do you think you're doing, sleeping in here?" he roared.