Page 94 of Accidental Theirs
“I thought you knew! Why are you always out of the loop on office drama?”
“Wish I knew,” I mutter, my head spinning.
Damien has a dark past?
Now that I think about it, he never talks about his family. Never makes a mention of any siblings, parents, anything like that.
“It’s his business,” Marie argues. “Whatever he was in his past, Damien is a good man now, and a great CEO.”
There’s no denying that.
I think of Damien’s handsome face, try to picture him on a motorcycle or vandalizing a building or something.
I come up with absolutely nothing. It’s ridiculous to even think about.
Besides, wouldn’t my mother have told me that? Made sure I knew the whole truth?
Mom always played her cards close to her chest, though, so I’m conflicted.
Marie shakes her head. “I’m less shocked about Damien going nuclear and more shocked about Sebastian being supportive. I figured he’d run for the hills.”
“He took it really well, but to be fair, he was pretty drunk.” I chuckle at the memory.
He was actually pretty cute, all wide-eyed and confused at first.
“Drunk? Did you catch him right after the bar?”
“Maybe.”
The mysterious Sebastian intrigues me, I can’t lie. Some part of me wants to learn his secrets, see if I can pierce that front he puts up.
Roland looks at me. “What I want to know is how you feel about all this.”
“How I feel?”
He nods. “About all of them. We know you’re still crazy about Dominic, but has all this made you realize that you might have feelings for Damien and Sebastian, too?”
Marie pats my hand. “You don’t have to tell us if you don’t want to.”
“Of course, she does! We’re her best friends. She owes us all her drama.”
I rub a hand over my face. “Honestly, I’m not sure how I feel. All of them have good qualities for a father, but as for romance? I don’t know. I’ve been in love with Dominic for years, and I’ll admit to seeing Damien in a new light. Sebastian, on the other hand... I’ve known him for a long time, too, but it’s like I barely know him.”
Roland heads to the living room to plop down on the couch. “He plays it pretty cool.”
“Are we going back to work, or…?”
“What’s Damien going to do? Fire us?”
I snort and then startle when the doorbell rings.
“The plot thickens,” Marie drawls, and I wave a hand to dismiss her before going to the door.
Looking through the peephole, all I see are red roses.
I pull the door open, and the courier looks up at me. “Are you Olivia Carter?”
“That’s me.”
