Page 33 of Triplet Babies for the Billionaire
Nicole flashes me a proud smile as we exchange a quick word.
“Great job,” she says, winking. The others are already talking about the logistics, but she and I share a private, brief moment.This one’s ours.
After the meeting, we’re heading back toward the elevators, and Nicole can’t help herself.
“You know,” she says, her voice light and teasing, “I’m starting to think you only wanted to buy those beachfront hotels in the Bahamas so you’d have somewhere nice to take Blossom.”
I freeze for a split second, her words hitting me harder than I expected. I look over at her, confusion flashing across my face before I can hide it.
“What makes you think that?” I say more defensively than I intend.
Nicole raises an eyebrow, clearly amused. “Come on, Noah. I’ve known you long enough to see through the bullshit. You’re making all these moves for the business, but I can see how much you care about her.”
I clench my jaw, but she continues, her voice softer now. “It was a joke, Noah. But seriously...the way you just reacted? I can tell you’ve got it bad for her.”
I feel my pulse quicken as my mind races. I try to push the thoughts away, but it’s hard when Nicole is looking at me like she sees right through me.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I mutter, trying to deflect.
Nicole smiles knowingly but doesn’t press me any further. “Yeah, sure. Keep pretending, big brother.”
I scowl at her, but she’s right.
She can see it, even if I’m not ready to admit it.
After Nicole wheels out of the elevator, I stand alone, looking out at the sprawling expanse of the hotel. The floor-to-ceiling windows let in the light, offering a view of the city that feels almosttoo perfect.It’s modern, sleek, and polished, everything we’ve worked for.
But the opulence of the hotel around me stirs something deeper in me. I glance around at the walls, looking at the art on display, the immaculate design.
This hotel was supposed to be a monument to Whittney. It was her dream to restore this building, to transform it into something special. She’d talked about it endlessly before she got sick, about the legacy she wanted to leave behind.
As I stand here now, I feel a strange ache in my chest, like I’m caught between two worlds—the one I’ve built and the one I left behind. Whittney’s legacy still lingers here, in every detail of this space. And now, standing here, I wonder if I’m ready to step forward into something new.
Blossom complicates things.
She’s been there for me in a way that no one else has since Whittney passed. But every time I feel myself getting closer to her, the guilt rises. What would Whittney think if she knew? Would she approve of me moving on?
I shake my head, trying to clear it. This isn’t the time for these thoughts.
I need to focus, but the weight of the past is heavy on my shoulders.
I walk down the hallway toward the bar, my mind still buzzing with thoughts of the meeting. But as I round the corner, I see Nicole talking to Amy near the bar. The two of them are laughing, and Amy’s leaning in a little too close for my comfort.
I stop in my tracks, watching them. Nicole’s hand is resting on Amy’s hand, and Amy seems to be blushing, her smile shy yet appreciative. There’s an intimacy in their body language, something that makes the hair on the back of my neck stand up.
Nicole leans in closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. I can’t make out the words, but Amy’s face lights up as she responds. It’s playful, teasing, but there’s something more there, something that feels...charged.
“You’re beautiful,” Nicole says, her voice low, her fingers still lightly tracing Amy’s hand.
Amy’s face flushes deeper, but she laughs softly, clearly flattered.
I step back, unseen, and watch them for a moment longer before I turn and leave quietly.
As I walk away, Whittney’s words echo in my head.You deserve to be happy.
She’s right, of course.
But why does it feel like everything is getting so complicated?
