Genevieve
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What a total disaster.After school ended, all the teachers flocked to the lounge, indulging in the treats brought by the billionaires while reliving every moment and word exchanged by Alexander, Levi, or Jude.
“Well,” Esme says, wiggling her eyebrows, “they're so hot, Viv.”
“Demons usually are, I think, given that they're in hell and all that.”
“Oh, stop it.They’re nothing but charming, funny, smart, and oh so damn gorgeous.I think you like them.I think Viv likes Alexander, and Viv likes Levi, and Viv likes Jude.”
“I most certainly do not,” I reply, a bit too vehemently.
“Well, I have news for you.Alexander likes Viv, Levi likes Viv, and Jude likes Viv.”
“They do not.Actually, I think they like anything in a skirt.”
“Nah-uh,” Esme says, wagging her finger at me.
“Okay, how many s’mores did you drink?”I ask, but I can’t help but laugh.Alcohol goes straight to Esme’s head.I’m no better, so I stay away from it completely.
“Two, but I’m going to need a ride home.”
“Come on, you silly drunk,” I say, linking my arm with hers as she giggles.
By the time I reach my house, a bouquet of flowers as large as my doorstep is waiting for me.
What the heck?
There’s no card, but this just reeks of billionaires.
I manage to move it aside to unlock my door, then spend another five minutes trying to haul it inside.
Couldn’t they just send me one that fits through my door?
I give up.I’m hot and out of breath, and I need a drink of water.I throw my handbag onto the entrance table and am about to head to the kitchen when I hear a familiar voice.
“Hello, Ms.Quinn.”
Harold Smithson stands just behind the obscenely large bouquet.“Need help?”he asks, already bringing the flowers in.
“Mr.Smithson, oh, thank you,” I say as he sets them down in an empty corner.
“No guesses for who sent those,” he says, smiling.“And please call me Harold.”
“Call me Viv.”
“Excellent.I’m sorry for dropping by unannounced, but I have a proposition for you.I hope you’ll consider my offer.”
“What’s going on?”
“Well, a little backstory.The boys’ adopted father wanted them to marry and start families, but they’re stubborn and can’t see themselves getting married.”
“Well, I would pity their brides,” I say, unable to help myself.
“There’s that,” Harold laughs good-naturedly.
“Anyway, their adopted sister promised their dad she would ensure they marry.Since she failed at that, to make herself feel better, she made them guardians of Jake while she and her husband are away for work, as you already know.”
