Page 36 of Triplet Babies for the Billionaire
I instinctively step back, shaking my head. “No. Youdon’tneed to talk to me. We’re done, Zack.”
I try to push his hand off me, but his grip tightens. “Please, just hear me out,” he says, ignoring my resistance.
“Zack, let go!” I demand, trying to free myself from his grasp, but he won’t let go.
The pressure from Zack’s sudden appearance sends a wave of nausea through me. My head spins, and my knees start to buckle under me. I feel cold sweat prickling on my skin as my vision blurs for a moment.
Not now. Not here.
I desperately glance around the bar, trying to steady myself. My eyes land on the nearest trash can, and I feel my stomach lurch. I need to get away from him.
"Please, Zack. You don’t understand," I whisper, my voice wavering as I try to pull away from him again. The pressure in my chest rises as my stomach churns uncontrollably.
But he doesn’t seem to get it.
He’s still holding onto my shoulder, his fingers digging into my skin. My breathing is quick, uneven, and I can’t seem to shake the wave of nausea that’s crashing over me.
“Zack, let me go,” I manage, my voice shaking as the panic sets in. I’m so close to losing it, and I need him to justleave me alone.
I try to push him away again, but the dizziness is overwhelming now. My vision spins, and I feel like I might fall right here in front of the bar. My breath hitches, and I glance at the trash can again.
It’s too much. I’m going to lose it if I don’t get out of here.
The nausea finally becomes too much to bear, my stomach churning as I try to push Zack away. Before I can even say another word, the sickness overwhelms me. I can't stop it in time. I vomit all over the front of Zack's shirt.
He screams in disgust, a sharp,“FUCK!”as bile splatters on his clothes. He lets me go instantly, stumbling back as if he's been burned.
In the chaos of the moment, I don’t realize that Amy and Miguel have been screaming at Zack from behind the bar. "Get the hell off her!" Amy yells, her voice filled with rage. "Touch her again and I’ll—"
But before either of them can get any further, I hear another voice—louder, more commanding, cut through the tension.
Noah.
He steps in front of me like a wall, his eyes wide with shock at the sight of Zack, covered in my vomit. His face flickers between confusion and anger as he stands between me and Zack, towering over everyone.
“What the hell is going on here?” Noah’s voice is sharp, protective, and for a moment, it feels like he’s shielding me from the mess I’ve found myself in.
I feel a wave of embarrassment crash over me, but Noah doesn’t back down. He stands firm, ready to confront whatever happens next.
Zack stumbles back, still in shock at being covered in vomit, but his anger quickly takes over. His face flushes red, and he snarls, “You didn’t have to puke on me, you stupid bitch!” His voice cuts through the tension like a knife, venom dripping from his words.
I wince at the insult, my heart racing with both fear and fury. Amy, who’s shown up at my side to hold me steady, bristles, her fists clenched. “You better shut the hell up, Zack!” she snaps, moving toward him, ready to launch herself at him.
But before she can take another step, Noah’s hand shoots out, grabbing Zack by the collar and shoving him back. His expression is one of cold fury, and before anyone can stop it, Noah launches a punch right to Zack’s face.
Zack stumbles back, a sickening crack echoing through the bar as his nose breaks. He crumples to the ground, gasping for breath, blood streaming down his face. The bar falls silent for a second, everyone in shock at the turn of events.
Amy, still fuming, holds me close as I try to breathe, still reeling from the mess.
Noah steps back, his chest heaving as he glares down at Zack. “Don’t ever come near her again.”
Zack doesn’t even try to get up. He’s completely out of it, laying there as security rushes in to haul him away.
The next few minutes are a blur. Security grabs Zack, hauling him away as the rest of the bar watches in stunned silence.
I’m shaking, and I can’t stop crying, mortified at what just happened.
My stomach still churns, but now it’s the panic, the embarrassment, that’s overwhelming me. I never wanted any of this.
