Page 56 of Triplet Babies for the Billionaire
“No, Blossom,” he says, his voice low and firm. “Stay here.”
I hesitate, feeling the anxiety rise in my chest. “Who’s out there, Noah? What’s going on?” I press, my voice trembling slightly.
He hesitates for a moment, then glances at me. “Zack,” he says through gritted teeth. “My guards already have him. You don’t need to be involved in this.”
The moment he says Zack’s name, I feel a cold wave of dread wash over me.
Of course, it’s him. I knew this was going to happen.
I don’t even think twice before following him toward the back parking garage.
Noah shoots me a look, but I can see the tension in his body.
He knows there’s no way I’m staying behind.
We reach the door to the utility garage, and when it opens, I see Noah’s security team holding Zack.
My stomach churns as I take in his disheveled, furious appearance.
Noah smirks, stepping forward with a cold, knowing gaze. “Guess you must be a glutton for punishment, Zack. This is getting old.”
Zack’s eyes flicker with anger and he spits on the ground in front of Noah, the action sharp and purposeful, as he glares at him. “I wanted to confront you, man to man. But your hotel’s secured like the fucking White House, apparently. Couldn’t even get close to you.”
My heart is pounding, my stomach still twisting at the sight of Zack. He’s not even a shadow of the man I thought I knew. He’s reckless, out of control—and I’m done with it. Done with him.
Noah steps forward, his eyes narrowing. “This is it, Zack. I’m not taking any more chances with you. You’ve pushed me too far.” He pulls out his phone and starts typing, not even glancing at Zack anymore.
I feel the anger surge through me. The audacity of Zack to show up here, trying to make this into something it’s not—it makes me sick. I thought I was finally free from him, but he just won’t stay away.
Zack huffs, rolling his shoulders. “You don’t get it, Noah. I’m not going anywhere. You think you’re just going to keep me away forever?”
Noah’s jaw tightens, and he taps a number into his phone.
“I’m done with you,” Noah says, his voice cold. "This is the last time you set foot on my property, Zack."
Noah’s fingers fly over his phone as he dials the police. The seconds stretch, the tension building like a balloon about to burst. I can’t stop watching Zack, his face twisted in disbelief, his eyes darting between Noah and the two security guards holding him in place.
“I’ve called the police,” Noah says, his voice low. “You’re not leaving until they get here.”
Zack’s face hardens, his jaw tightening with frustration. “You’re wasting your time. You think calling the cops is going to scare me?”
Within minutes, the police arrive, sirens blaring, lights flashing.
The officers quickly move in, ready to arrest Zack for trespassing.
The sight of the officers makes my heart race.
This is really happening.
“Blossom,” Noah says, turning to me. “I’ll make sure you press harassment and stalking charges in connection with the break-in. You don’t have to worry about him anymore.”
I take a deep breath, the weight of the situation sinking in. “I want him out of my life, Noah. I’m pressing charges. I’m done.”
Zack curses under his breath, his face reddening as he glares at both of us. “I knew you never loved me, Blossom,” he spits out. “You just wanted to throw me away like everyone else.”
I step closer, my voice cold but steady. “I did love you, Zack. I loved you more than you loved yourself, and that’s why I left.”
The police move in to cuff him, and as they take him away, I finally feel the weight of his presence lifting off my chest.
