Page 57 of Triplet Babies for the Billionaire
After the police drive off with Zack, I feel like I can finally breathe. The worry over his presence, his threats, the constant fear of him coming back: it’s all gone.
I turn to Noah, my eyes meeting his, and in that moment, there’s a sense of relief between us. He’s the reason I’m standing here, feeling safe. He’s the reason I’m not running from my past anymore. He’s the protector I never knew I needed, but now I can’t imagine life without him.
“You okay?” he asks softly, his gaze warm but intense.
I nod, smiling despite myself. “Yeah. I’m okay now.”
Noah pulls out his phone and dials his lawyer, speaking in quiet, measured tones. “I need an appointment set upfor Blossom. She’s pressing charges. Harassment, stalking...the whole nine. Let’s get this done.”
I listen to him as he takes charge, setting everything into motion. The professional part of him comes through, and I can’t help but feel a wave of gratitude wash over me. He’s not just here for me in the easy moments. He’s here for the tough stuff, too.
When he hangs up, I reach for his hand, squeezing it gently. “Thank you, Noah. For everything.”
He smiles down at me, his thumb brushing over my knuckles. “You don’t need to thank me. I told you, I’ll always protect you. Always.”
And in that moment, I believe him.
He’s not just the man I’m falling for.
He’s the man who’s going to stand by me, no matter what.
We walk side by side to Nicole’s office, the air between us light, filled with relief. Zack is finally out of the picture, and the sense of freedom is intoxicating. We step inside the office, but the empty desk tells us she’s not here.
“She must have stepped out,” Noah says, glancing around.
I nod, already knowing where she is. “She’s probably in her apartment,” I reply, a grin spreading across my face. “Come on, let’s tell her.”
We head toward the elevators, still riding the high of the day’s events. There’s a spring in my step, the kind that comes with knowing that you’ve taken control of your life again.
I can’t wait to share the news with Nicole. It feels like a victory, not just for me, but for all of us.
When we reach the top floor, I press the doorbell with a smile on my face, eager to tell Nicole about what happened.
As we wait, I feel Noah’s presence beside me, steady and warm. He’s been nothing but supportive today, and it’s in these little moments that I realize just how much I’m starting to rely on him.
The door creaks open, but before we can say anything, we hear voices inside: Nicole’s voice, low and intimate, and another voice that I immediately recognize as Amy’s.
Noah and I exchange a quick glance, both of us surprised by the sound of voices coming from inside. We don’t want to intrude, but curiosity bubbles up in me. Nicole’s voice is softer than usual, almost vulnerable.
“I don’t know what to do,” Nicole says, and there’s a slight tremor in her voice that I’ve never heard before. “I’ve been feeling something for you for a while, Amy. And I can’t ignore it anymore.”
Amy’s voice is hesitant, unsure. “Nicole, I— I don’t know. I care about you, I do, but you’re my boss. This is...complicated.”
I can feel the weight of their words, their emotions hanging in the air. I’m rooted to the spot, unable to move, knowing I’m intruding on something deeply personal.
I glance at Noah, whose eyes are wide with shock. I see his expression softening as he listens, too.
Nicole speaks again, her voice more confident. “I don’t want this to be complicated, Amy. I just want to be honest with you. I like you. More than I should, maybe. But I can’t keep pretending I don’t feel it.”
Amy’s silence stretches on, and I can hear the subtle change in her breathing. “I think I feel the same way, Nicole. But I’m scared. I work for you. And I don’t know if this...whatever this is...is real.”
My heart beats faster as I listen, my eyes flicking back to Noah. We’re both taken aback by the seriousness of this conversation, a moment between Nicole and Amy that feels too private to interrupt.
As Nicole’s words hang in the air, I feel a strange mixture of emotions. Part of me wants to knock on the door, to burst inand tell them we’re here, but another part of me respects the vulnerability I’m witnessing.
This isn’t something they’ve shared with anyone else.
It feels like a moment that should be theirs.
