Page 87 of Triplet Trouble For My Billionaire Boss

Quietly, I slip out of bed, gathering my clothes from the floor and heading to my own room. The cool tiles underfoot are a jarring compared to the warmth I just left behind, but I welcome it. I need clarity. Focus.

Once I’m in my bathroom, I turn the shower on cold and step under the stream for the second time in twelve hours, letting the water run over me. Last night keeps replaying in my mind—her gasps, her flushed skin, the way she called my name, begged me, like it was a lifeline.

My jaw tightens as I try to push the memories aside, but it’s no use. They’re seared into my brain.

I shake my head and finish my shower. I shut the water off and grab a towel, drying off quickly before dressing in a crisp button-down and dark slacks. By the time I make it downstairs, the house is starting to stir with life.

Ellis is in the kitchen, already preparing Robbie’s things for the day. He glances up as I walk in, his expression asstoic as ever.

“Morning, sir,” he says.

“Morning,” I reply, pouring myself a cup of coffee. “Annie has the morning off,” I add casually.

Ellis raises an eyebrow. “Very well. Shall I adjust her schedule accordingly?”

“Yes,” I say, taking a sip of coffee. “It’s to make up for Saturday evening. She was supposed to have it off before... circumstances changed.”

Ellis, of course, knows about me rushing off to work on Saturday when I was supposed to be with Robbie, but I don’t know how much he knows about the argument yesterday or last night.

Then again, is there anything that goes on in this house that Ellis doesn’t know? That’s why he’s my Head-of-house. It’s his job and one he takes seriously.

But all he does is nod once, his movements efficient as he makes a note of it. He doesn’t press for details, for which I’m grateful.

A small voice draws my attention, and I look up to see Robbie coming down the stairs, his hair sticking up in every direction. His eyes light up when he sees me, and he breaks into a wide grin.

“Dad!” he calls, running toward me.

I set my coffee down just in time to catch him as he barrels into me, his little arms wrapping around my waist. The warmth of his hug catches me off guard, but I return it, ruffling his hair affectionately.

Maybe Annie was right, after all. Maybe it wasn’t too late.

“Morning, buddy,” I say. “You’re up early.”

“Ellis said we’re having French toast!” he says, stumbling a little on the words, his face lighting up.

“French toast, huh? Sounds delicious.”

“Where’s Annie?” Robbie asks, looking around.

“She’s still sleeping,” I say, keeping my voice calm and even. “She had a late night, so she’s taking the morning off.”

Robbie frowns slightly, his little brows drawing together. “Is she okay?”

I crouch down so I’m at his level, resting a hand on his shoulder. “She’s fine, buddy. Just tired. She’s been working really hard lately, hasn’t she?”

Robbie nods, his face serious now. “She’s always reading to me and playing dinosaurs. She says I’m her favorite T-Rex.”

The corners of my mouth twitch at that. “I’m sure you are. But even T-Rex wranglers need a break sometimes, right?”

That earns me a small giggle, and I stand, giving his hair another ruffle. “Let’s get you ready for breakfast.”

Ellis is already setting the table and Evelyn is bringing serving platters to it. Plates, utensils, a pitcher of orange juice—it’s all perfectly arranged. Robbie bounces over to his chair, climbing up and grabbing his fork in anticipation.

As we eat, Robbie chatters non-stop, his words coming in a rush as he recounts details of this and that.

A far cry from the last time we ate breakfast together just a few weeks ago. Had it really been that long since I ate breakfast with my son?

I listen, nodding and asking questions when he pauses for breath. Annie had been right; the stories weren’t exactly riveting, and the one he’s currently telling is one he already told me yesterday. But the way his face lights up as he talks makes every detail worth hearing again.

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