Page 23 of Triplet Babies for the Billionaire
The steam rises around me as I close my eyes, letting the water run over my skin. But even as I try to focus on the sensation of the water, my mind keeps drifting back to her, the way she looks at me, the way she makes me feel like I’m alive again, like I’m finallyliving.
I feel a tightening in my chest, an unsettling pull, but I try to ignore it. This is nothing. It’s just physical attraction, nothing more. I’ve been with women casually like this before, it’s nothing new.
But still...there’s something about Blossom. Something different. Every time I think about her, my mind starts to race, my heart quickens, and I wonder if I’m making the biggest mistake of my life by letting this continue.
I finish my shower quickly, trying to ground myself, but as I step out, the thoughts linger—those soft kisses, the feel of her in my arms. I shake my head, trying to fight the memories off.
As I get dressed, pulling on a clean shirt and buttoning it slowly, Whittney’s face drifts through my mind. The memory of her, always there, always looming, has been hard to escape.
She was everything to me.
My wife.
My partner.
My best friend.
We built this life together.
And now I’m here, with someone else.
Someone new.
Someone who makes me feel things I haven’t felt in years.
I feel a pang of guilt, sharp and sudden, like a stab to the chest.
How can I move on from her? How can I even think about someone else when Whittney’s memory is sopresent?
Sheshouldbe here. Weshouldbe sharing this life together.
And yet, here I am, tangled up in something with Blossom that feels like it could go somewhere I’m not ready for.
I remember the last time Whittney and I spoke about this, she told me, gently, with that smile of hers, that I needed to move on.
"You deserve happiness, Noah," she’d said, her hand weak in mine as she lay in the hospital bed. "Don’t wait for me. I’ll always be with you, but you need to live your life."
She had wanted me to be happy. She had wanted me to find someone else. But even knowing that, I still feel guilty.
Is it wrong to feel something for Blossom?
Am I betraying Whittney by even thinking about it?
I arrive at the hotel, the weight of the morning still pressing on me as I stroll through the bar. The air smells faintly of stale drinks and freshly polished wood. The staff is busy, but something feels off today.
As I approach the counter, I spot Courtney, who is standing behind it, visibly upset. Her hands are shaking, and she’s speaking loudly, causing a scene that’s starting to draw attention from the guests.
“What the hell is going on?” I mutter under my breath, moving toward her.
When she notices me, she looks up, her face flushed with anger. “Noah, this is bullshit!” she exclaims, her voice rising. “We’re not stupid! We know what’s going on!”
I feel my pulse quicken. What the hell is she talking about? The last thing I need today is drama in the bar. I step closer, trying to keep my voice even. “Courtney, calm down.”
Her eyes flash with irritation. “No. I’m not going to stand here and pretend that everything’s fine when we all know what’s happening between you andher.” She points at Blossom, who’s trying to keep her head down, clearly uncomfortable.
I don’t have time for this.
Grabbing Courtney’s arm, I pull her toward the back, away from the customers. “Come with me.”
