Page 31 of Triplet Babies for the Billionaire
I flush the toilet and sit back on my heels, trying to calm my racing heart.
My mind drifts to the stress of the past few weeks.
Between Zack’s harassment and the secret I’m keeping about Noah, I haven’t exactly been feeling like myself.
The weight of everything is starting to catch up with me.
I pull myself together, opening the stall door and stepping out.
That’s when I see her.
Courtney. Standing there, arms crossed, watching me closely.
I freeze, immediately feeling exposed.
“What the hell are you staring at?” I snap, feeling my face flush with embarrassment.
Courtney doesn’t answer right away, but the way she’s looking at me, calculating, almost suspicious, makes my skin crawl. Hereyes narrow, and she tilts her head, as if piecing something together in her mind.
She doesn’t move, just stares at me for a long moment before she finally speaks, her voice cool. “You’ve been getting sick a lot lately, haven’t you?” she says, her tone oddly knowing.
My stomach drops, and I feel the blood drain from my face. I try to brush it off, but she’s already too observant for me to hide it. “What are you talking about?” I mumble, my voice shaky.
“You know,” she presses, her eyes scanning my face, “it’s a pretty common sign. You’re pregnant, aren’t you?”
My mind races, and I feel like the walls are closing in.
There’s no way she could know that. I try to laugh it off, my breath catching in my throat. “You’re out of your mind, Courtney,” I snap, trying to make my voice sound casual.
I brush past her, hurrying to wash my hands, feeling like I need to escape her scrutinizing gaze. “And nice, leaving the bar unattended,” I add sharply, a little more aggressively than I mean. “Not like we’re the only two bartenders on staff right now or anything…”
She doesn’t say anything in response, and I can feel her eyes boring into my back as I leave the bathroom. I have no idea what she’s thinking, but the last thing I want is for her to start making more assumptions.
I return to the bar, trying to shake off the tension. As I start making drinks for the customers, I can hear Courtney’s high-pitched voice in the kitchen behind me. She’s talking to someone, but I can’t make out the words. I roll my eyes, annoyed.
She’s still trying to figure out what’s going on with me, I just know it.
But I don’t have time to deal with her right now.
I finish up the orders, trying to focus on the drinks and the guests, but I can feel the weight of the situation.
After a minute, Courtney appears, and I know exactly what she’s doing. She’s storming around, clearly upset. I don’t know why, but it feels like she’s itching for a confrontation.
I sigh again, not in the mood to deal with her today. I finish the last drink, then head toward the kitchen to grab something, just to get away from her. She doesn’t stop talking, but I can’t bring myself to care.
The last thing I need is more of Courtney’s judgment.
I’ve got enough of my own to deal with.
The tension between Courtney and me is palpable as I step into the back kitchen, grabbing a tray of fresh glassware. But as soon as I walk in, I hear her talking to one of the other employees in a low, conspiratorial tone. Her voice is soft but sharp, laced with something I can’t quite place.
"She’s beensleepingher way up," Courtney says, almost in a whisper, but the words hit me like a slap to the face.
I freeze in the doorway, my stomach tightening. Is she talking about me?
I step forward, my hands shaking with a mixture of anger and disbelief. “What the hell are you saying about me?” I demand, my voice loud and sharp.
Courtney spins around, her eyes wide as she sees me standing there, her smirk quickly faltering. “Oh, Blossom, didn’t see you there,” she says, feigning innocence.
