The Billionaire's Blindness

By Vesta Romero

                                        Can this billionaire stay in love with his angelic nurse after the bandages come off?

 

Zuri

I'm the textbook stereotype of an independent woman. A happy, dependable, and compassionate workaholic with a life my friends call boring, but who needs a man when l have a fulfilling job as an ER nurse? I need to get rid of my sizeable loans first. Then, and only then, perhaps focus on love. All rational thoughts desert me upon meeting the mysterious blind man in my care and I make a reckless decision. Will it be worth it?

Kent

I'm a happily single bachelor who's just closed a huge merger and am on my way home when a terrible accident ushers me to the ER. I wake up confused and to complete darkness. Temporary blindness they say, but are they lying? My guardian angel nurse has me weak at the knees at first touch and I'm in love, sight unseen. I must make her mine because she means more to me than my billions.

Everyone weighs in on the interracial relationship, friends, and family.

Is love truly as blind as they say and their love conquers all? or will the magic be as temporary as his blindness?

If you love the Cinnamon hero, Instalove, Billionaire, and Curvy woman tropes, then this book is for you.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Vesta Romero
• Release date: Mar 1, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215421383

Vesta Romero

Vesta Romero writes short and sweet romance books featuring curvy women and men who love them. She believes in HEA so everyone gets their happy ending. Always.

Book preview

Chapter One

Zuri knew that another long day was ahead of her. She could feel it. After working in the ER for four years, there was a pattern. Weekends were the busiest of accident victims.

A combination of time off from work or school, alcohol, tourists that descended on the town in search of outdoor activities such as skiing and hiking all made for disasters waiting to happen.

Mondays and Tuesdays were usually the quietest days as people resumed normal lives and the visitors went back home. Today was Friday, therefore she knew there would be a lot on her plate.

She never minded though, she loved the atmosphere. She enjoyed making people whole again, and most of the time, it was that way. Of course, there were the terrible instances where people arrived at the hospital either too late, or when there was nothing more to do to save them.

Those times were the most horrid, she thought as she put on her newly pressed scrubs. It was a habit of hers.

Nobody else she knew ever ironed their universal uniform, and her workmates sometimes made fun of her weirdness, as they referred to it.

She didn’t care. Part of her job was to look sharp. She liked the crisp lines of the creases. She slid into her favourite black work shoes, one of two identical pairs that she’d worn for almost four years now.

She broke into a sudden smile at the recollection of the first pair she’d worn prior. They were made of pure leather and cost a mint.

Little did she know they would soon change colour from all the fresh stains that were present in the hospital. Blood, water, chemicals and more were most unkind to leather.

They made this pair of synthetic leather, stain resistant and very comfortable. Perfect for long hours spent on your feet. A casual glance at the mirror and she was ready for work.

She had never been one to put too much attention on her face and her hair was a simple Afro that was easy to care for. She fluffed it with her fingers to add volume.

She saved the makeup and glitter sessions for the rare night out with her girlfriends, or when she had a date, a rarity. Her skin was ebony smooth and the only thing she did as a morning routine was to slather on moisturizer and define her eyebrows. She had dry skin by nature and needed the nutrients.

She liked the thick eyebrows that were in vogue these days, and so she always achieved the look by using a dark brown eyebrow pencil to fill out the brows.

Zuri’s lunch was left-over pizza, which she ate cold out of the box that she had stashed in the refrigerator the night before. On the rare days that she had time, she loved to cook, but rare was the operative word.

Sometimes, her mother would stop by with prepackaged home made food for her. Mom was a worrier. She worried about the late hours, the high number of hours, the lack of a man, and many more things. She just seemed to enjoy worrying.

She guzzled some bottled water, slipping another one into her bag for later. It was more convenient because she could refill from the water dispenser. Much cheaper than buying another. Frugality was part of her life because she had bills to pay.

She double checked her bag to make sure her necessary items were there. Pen light, stethoscope, nursing scissors, hand sanitizer and more. She patted the pocket of her scrubs to make sure that she had her little book of drugs guide.

She had only just put it in a minute ago, but the fear of forgetting it always made her check almost obsessively. It was indispensable for the job.

She was at last ready for work and made her way out of the small apartment, locking the door behind her. By the time she reached her car, she had said hello to three of her neighbours, including Mrs. Reyes.

She moved closer to the lady and asked, How’s the arm doing today? as she felt around the older woman’s elbow. The poor woman had slipped and fractured her arm a few weeks prior.

Much better. Thank you, dear, she replied warmly, her voice choked with gratitude. She was a stubborn woman and had Zuri not convinced her to go to the hospital, she would be in awful shape. Her cast was to remain for a little longer.

Zuri shifted into work mode once settled