Page 4 of One Baddie for Three Daddies

As the meeting wraps up, Sarah concludes, "So, we’ll proceed with Bianca's design proposal. Bianca, Alex, and Liam will meet at the property tomorrow to go over the details on-site."

I nod, glancing over at Liam. He’s still tense, but there’s a glimmer of something in his eyes.

Everyone starts gathering their things, and the room fills with the sounds of chairs scraping against the floor and papers shuffling. I stand up, stretching a bit to shake off the stiffness from sitting too long.

“Alright, see you all tomorrow,” Rebecca says with a smile before heading out.

Liam and I linger, exchanging a quick look. He raises an eyebrow, silently asking if we’re really doing this. I give him a small nod in return.

As the last of our colleagues file out of the room, I walk over to Bianca. She’s still packing up her things, her focus entirely on her laptop as she slides it into her bag.

“Hey, Bia.”

She looks up sharply at the sound of her nickname, her eyes widening slightly before she masks her surprise. “Alex,” she replies coolly.

Liam joins us, his posture rigid but his eyes softening just a bit as he looks at her.

Bianca’s expression flickers for a moment before she settles into a neutral mask. “Liam,” she says, making him stiffen.

The air between us is charged with unspoken words and unresolved emotions. It’s like walking on a tightrope; one wrong move and everything could come crashing down.

I breathe deep and look Bianca straight in the eye. “Bia, we didn’t know it was you we’d be hiring.”

Liam nods, his expression still guarded.

Bianca's eyes narrow slightly as she processes my words. She takes a moment before replying, evenly. “Okay. Well, I’m here now, so let’s make the best of it.”

“Absolutely,” I say quickly, noting the tension hanging between us. “We don’t have a problem with you finishing the job. Your design is incredible.”

Liam grunts in agreement. “We’re professionals. We can handle this.”

The room seems like it’s closing in on us, the weight of our shared history pressing in from all sides. Memories of late nights, stolen glances, and whispered conversations fill the silence between us.

Bianca shifts her weight from one foot to the other, her eyes darting between me and Liam. “Thanks for saying that,” she says finally, her voice softer than before.

There’s an awkward pause as we all stand there, not quite knowing what to say next. The air is thick with unspoken words and unresolved feelings.

“Alright then. We’ll keep it professional,” Bianca says, her voice firm. “We can do this.”

“Agreed,” Liam mutters, though I don't miss the effort it takes him to get the words out.

I nod. “Absolutely. Civil and professional.”

Bianca gives a tight smile before gathering her things and walking out of the room. The click of her heels on the floor echoes in the silence that follows.

As soon as the door closes behind her, I let out a long deep breath.

“Man, this is gonna be interesting,” I say, shaking my head.

I sit back down and lean in my chair, my thoughts drifting to Bianca. Seeing her again after all these years... it’s like a jolt to my system.

She fucking ghosted us. No explanation, no goodbye. Just gone. We haven't heard from her in six years.

“What are you thinking?” Liam asks, his voice low.

I shrug. “Nothing. I just... didn’t expect this. But hey, she’s good at what she does. We’ll make it work.”

Liam leans over the table and narrows his eyes at me for a moment before nodding slowly. “Yeah. We’ll make it work.”

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