Page 61 of The Playboy Billionaire

She gasps at my words, a dark flush spreading up her neck.

“I’ll be honest with you. Yes, I want you, but I also know now is not the right time. I’ll never lie to you. I’ll never force my attention on you. When I told you, you could trust me, I meant it. I want to help you. That’s why you’re here.”

Samuel returns at that exact moment, his gaze switching between us.

“What did I miss?” he asks.

“Nothing,” April says. “Just Caleb being… Caleb.”

April switches her attention to Samuel, and I smirk. There is clearly no comeback, or at least not one she wants her friend to hear.

“What did Daniel say?” she asks, ignoring our previous conversation.

He shrugs. “He apologised. ”

She gets up and wraps her arms around her friend’s waist, giving him a squeeze before looking up at him.

“You love him,” she says. “You’ll work it out.”

April drops her head against his chest and holds him. Their bond is clear and strong.

When she eventually steps back, her hand comes up and rests against his chest.

“You need to speak to him,” she says.

“But what about you?” he asks.

She turns to me before looking back at him.

“I’m fine. I’ve got Caleb here,” she says. “He’s already a notch on my bedpost, so you don’t need to worry about me going there again. Once was enough.”

“Ouch, man—that’s got to sting.” The mirth in Samuel’s eyes gives away his thoughts.

I hold up my hands in defeat.

“Multiple orgasms in one night are clearly not enough for some people. What can I say?”

April lets out a snort, smacking her forehead with her hand while Samuel chuckles.

“If you’re sure you’re okay. I’ll love you and leave you both. Just try not to kill one another when I’m gone.”

“I’ll get Mason to bring the car around. He can drop you home.”

“It’s no problem. I can get a taxi.”

“This is no problem,” I say. “Mason will be happy to do it. His mother lives near your place, and it’s still early. He was telling me he wants to pop by and see her.”

I send a message to Mason, who replies immediately.

“All sorted. He’ll meet you in the garage, by the car.”

Samuel nods, and I walk him to the elevator. He turns to me as it arrives.

“Look after our girl,” he says, squeezing my shoulder.

“With my life,” I say, knowing I mean it.

He gives me a small smile before looking over my shoulder and grinning.

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