Page 54 of Triplet Babies for the Billionaire
We land with the Hamptons coastline stretched out before us. The view from the plane is breathtaking, the coastline dotted with quiet, frosted beaches. The cold wind feels fresh, and I can tell Blossom’s restless, wanting to get off the plane and take it all in.
Waiting for us on the tarmac is a sleek, black luxury car. The driver opens the door for us, and I motion for Blossom to go ahead. She slides in first, and I follow, taking in the soft luxury of the interior.
“Where are we going?” she asks, her excitement still palpable in the air.
“The best hotel in the Hamptons,” I say with a smile, reaching for her hand as we drive toward our destination.
The hotel looms in the distance, a white, pristine palace with a manicured lawn that stretches out before it. It’s quiet here, the kind of place where the world feels a little farther away. Blossom looks out the window, clearly awestruck by the beauty of it all.
I wish I owned the property, but it’s ridiculously hard to buy hotels in this area. Someday, maybe.
As we pull up to the entrance, she turns to me with a soft smile. “This is amazing, Noah,” she says quietly, her voice filled with wonder. “I’ve always dreamed of doing something like this. But people like me, people who don’t have much, we can only dream and watch movies. We don’t get to experience things like this.”
I give her hand a gentle squeeze. “You deserve this, Blossom. You deserve the world.”
As we step out of the car, I can see how grateful she is, and that makes everything worth it. I’m glad I could show her this, if only for a weekend. She’s going to have the best time. And so will I.
This beautiful master suite is everything I expected and more.
As we step inside, I take in the vast expanse of the room, trying not to show my surprise. It’s even better than I imagined. The room stretches out with a sprawling dining area, an open kitchen with sleek marble countertops, and a large living area with plush furniture.
Everything in the room is designed with impeccable taste, from the neutral tones of the walls to the soft, inviting lighting.
But the real centerpiece is the master bedroom. In the middle of it, is a massive four-posted bed, draped with soft, flowing linens that make it feel like a sanctuary. The ceiling is high, and the space feels endless, like it’s designed to make you feel like royalty.
The room is spanned by a wraparound porch with a pristine white fence lining it. You can see the ocean from here, the cool breeze mixing with the scent of saltwater. It’s peaceful, quiet. A private escape.
I glance over at Blossom, watching her take in the view. Even though I’ve seen suites like this before, I’m struck by how nice it really is. The level of luxury still surprises me.
She looks over at me, her eyes wide with awe. “Noah, this is...incredible.”
I smile at her, pleased that this place is giving her the experience she deserves. "I’m glad you like it."
Once we’ve settled into the room, Blossom sits on the couch, her eyes still wide as she takes in every little detail of the suite. It’s clear to me that she’s a little overwhelmed, and I’m happy to let her take it all in.
I leave her to relax for a few minutes and step over to the window, pulling out my phone. Nicole’s name flashes on the screen, and I swipe to answer, stepping into the hallway to speak more privately.
“Hey, Nicole,” I say, my voice lower than usual.
“Hey, Noah. I just wanted to talk to you about something,” she says, her voice tentative. “I think I’m starting to develop feelings for Amy. I’ve been trying to figure out if I’m just caught up in the moment or if it’s something real.”
I pause, leaning against the wall, trying to speak quietly. “Well, you’re never going to know if you don’t follow your gut. But don’t rush anything. Just take it slow, okay?”
I hear her let out a soft laugh. “You’re right. I just wanted to get your take on it. You know how I am about taking things seriously.”
“Yeah, I know. Just...be careful, okay? You don’t need to rush into anything,” I say, careful not to influence her decisions. After all, I barely know my own heart when it comes to romance. Who am I to tell her how to feel about Amy?
I glance over my shoulder at Blossom, who’s looking out the window, her silhouette framed by the light. “I’ve got to go,” I add quickly. “Talk soon.”
I hang up, my mind briefly distracted by the conversation. I look at Blossom again, my heart lightening as I see her so relaxed.
A few hours later, we head out to dinner. The drive to the restaurant is short, and the cool night air feels refreshing. The restaurant is one of the finest in the Hamptons, and I can tell the moment we step inside that it’s beyond anything Blossom’s ever experienced.
The ambiance is intimate and luxurious with crisp white tablecloths, soft candlelight flickering on every surface, and the gentle murmur of conversation around us. The staff are impeccably professional, gliding effortlessly between tables as they ensure everyone is well taken care of.
We’re led to our table, and the waiter pours us each a glass of wine. Blossom shakes her head and, with a hand on her belly, asks for water. Her eyes light up when she notices the options on the menu.
“I’ve never had a meal this fancy,” she says a little breathlessly. She looks excited, but nervous.
