Page 50 of Triplet Babies for the Billionaire
Blossom is lying in the bed, her red-brown hair wrapped in a blue towel, the faint sound of a reality TV show playing in the background.
She looks so peaceful, almost lost in the escape of the television.
I quietly close the door behind me, making my way over to the bed. As soon as I sit down, Blossom turns her head toward me, and I can see the exhaustion in her heavy eyes.
She doesn’t say anything, but I can tell she’s relieved to see me, her shoulders dropping as if the weight of the day has finally caught up to her.
Without a word, I climb into bed beside her, pulling her into my arms. I can smell the faint scent of vanilla and rose from her skin, and it calms something deep within me.
As I hold her close, I can’t shake the thought of Zack. The idea that he could hurt her, that the man had the audacity to break into her apartment tonight—it makes my blood boil.
If he ever comes near her again, I won’t hesitate to take action.
I lie back, still holding Blossom in my arms, trying to soak in the warmth of her presence. But my mind keeps drifting to Zack,to the broken glass all over the floor, to the fear in Blossom’s eyes.
What if he had hurt her?
The rage inside me grows with each passing second.
I want to find him. I want to make him pay for what he’s done.
Blossom shifts slightly, turning her face toward me, and that’s when I feel the soft tremble in her body.
“I’m sorry,” she whispers, her voice breaking. “I’m just so scared, Noah. What if he comes back? What if he hurts me, or worse, hurts the baby?”
Her words cut deep, and I can feel my heart tightening as she presses her cheek against my chest. I push her damp hair back from her forehead, kissing her gently.
“You don’t have to apologize,” I whisper, my voice hoarse. “You’re not alone in this, Blossom. I’ll protect you. I swear to you, I won’t let him hurt you again.”
Her eyes meet mine, her vulnerability raw and real. I kiss her again, more urgently this time, and she responds, the weight of everything between us melting into the kiss.
The fear, the uncertainty, it all fades away as we reconnect physically and emotionally.
In this gentle moment, I want nothing more than to forget everything else, to just be with her.
I break the kiss for a moment, looking into her eyes. “Tomorrow, we’re meeting with my lawyer. We’re getting a restraining order against Zack. I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you safe.”
Blossom nods, her hands gripping me tightly.
I know she believes me, and for now, that has to be enough.
Chapter Eighteen
Blossom
I walk into the bar, my shot nerves immediately settling in my stomach. I could barely sleep last night, still rattled by everything that happened with Zack.
The last thing I want today is for him to show up here, trying to make another scene at my place of work. My gaze keeps flicking to the door as I set up for my shift, waiting for him to walk in, but nothing happens.
All I see is the usual flow of customers filtering in and out.
My shift begins without a hitch, and I manage to fall into the rhythm of pouring drinks, taking orders, moving from one task to the next with a practiced ease.
The noise of the bar and the chatter of customers begin to ground me, and for a moment, I forget the chaos of last night.Still, my eyes still dart toward the door every few minutes, my stomach tight with anxiety.
I just keep thinking I’ll see Zack’s face in the crowd, but no.
Or, at least, he hasn’t shown up yet.
