Page 84 of Mister Stark

The truth was out and Dylan was no longer the father. Dylan was going to have siblings. He had to wrap his mind around the fact he would no longer be a dad and I understood it took time. He would need that, but we still had one big problem, and that was the company.

Dylan and Daxon both left me alone to relax while they came to a solution. We all knew there had to be some sort of common ground for the company, but for the babies’ sake as well. A tough decision had to be made, and we’d live with it for the rest of our lives. But if Dylan wouldn’t go along with a plan, we were toast.

I couldn’t imagine him not, considering the secret he kept from his father. The secret I knew, and he wanted me to keep. A truth I kept from Daxon, because I had no other choice. Unless I wanted to ruin him and all he had worked for.

Suddenly, the door groaned as it opened and Daxon came inside. Dylan joined in behind him and didn’t appear pleased. He’d just found out his fiancé was banging his dad, and they were having children together.

Why would he be thrilled?

I didn’t expect him to be, nor did I expect he’d understand. Daxon had shown me more attention than he ever did, and I knew the real reason. He never loved me and played me to help him keep his secret affair hidden. He had used me in the worst way and I didn’t sleep with his father for revenge. I slept with him because I wanted to. He made me feel alive again. He challenged me like no one else had and made me see I wanted more for myself.

I wanted love, and I wanted him.

Daxon made me love him even when I was too bullheaded to see the truth. The truth of how I felt inside and I could love a man who was a monster. But his past broke him and needed time to heal.

Daxon felt something for me and I knew it. It was there in the way he looked at me, touched me and cared for me. I was the naughty one who wouldn’t back down to him and challenged him. It pushed us closer and into each other’s arms. And I fell hard for him.

But he doesn’t return my love.

And it hurts.

These babies were the only thing that held us all together at this point. Without them, we’d probably go our separate ways and my heart would be with Daxon forever. Lost and for no one else.

I rubbed my belly and was happy they were here. With them, I stood a chance to be close to the man I loved. We stood a chance to be a family. I had to hope for the best.

Dylan closed the door behind him and looked at me. “We have a few minutes to talk before the doctor comes back.”

Daxon came over and laid his hand on mine. “You’re going to be discharged, princess. The babies are okay to come home.”

Daxon caressed my hand with the pad of his thumb over my belly, but he looked at his son on the other side of the bed. He pressed his lips together, and I knew something was wrong. I knew that look all too well on Daxon Stark and it was the look of frustration. We had a problem.

“What is it? Are there more tests before I can go home?” I asked with a puzzled look.

“No, darling... Celeste, the babies are fine and you are okay.” Dylan said sternly and had a hard time keeping eye contact. “But with the amount of stress you’ve been under, we shouldn’t live under the same roof anymore. I’m getting you your own place and...”

“But Dylan, the penthouse is my home.” I sighed with sadness.

“But it was mine first and with you screwing my dad behind my back and...” Dylan said harshly and ran his hands through his hair. “See? This is why you need to go. It’s not good for the babies and they are innocent in all this.”

“Dylan has agreed it’s best for everyone that we need to continue on with the lie.” Daxon said in a matter-of-fact tone and looked at his son. “He will continue to play the part of being the babies’ father for the sake of the company.”

I hated the idea, but I don’t have a choice. Dylan’s secret needed to stay buried and Daxon’s company was on the line. It could all come crashing down without this lie.

“But won’t the tabloid’s find out if we aren’t living together anymore?” I asked with uncertainty.

“You just let Dylan and I worry about that, princess.” Daxon said reassuringly.

“Okay, but where am I going to go?” I asked, with worry about my children. “We had a plan and now it’s gone.”

“You will stay with me.” Daxon ordered as he stood up and put his hands in his pockets.

I quickly sat up and shook my head. “The hell I will.”

“And why not?” Daxon argued.

“Because it’s a terrible idea.” I explained as I became frustrated with his never-ending demands and flung the sheet aside.

“I think it’s a good idea since he is the twins’ father.” Dylan admitted.

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