Page 155 of The Billionaire's Baby
"Positive?" I snort, "Fuck that. There’s no positive outcome here, considering she’s getting married."
"She is. Of course, she is," Weston murmurs in a soothing voice, "to you."
"You’re not listening." I dig my fingers in my hair and tug. "She’s marrying someone else."
"You sure?" Edward scowls.
"I saw her trying on a wedding dress, so yeah."
"You spoke to her?" he asks.
I glare at him. "I’m not dumb, Father. I sneaked a peek in the window, paced back and forth like a jackass while she was trying it on… " I flash back to the last time she went clothes shopping. With me.Don’t go there, asshole. Don’t conjure up scenarios in your head. Focus, focus on finding a solution to the problem at hand.I ball my fingers into fists. If only I had some rope right now. I could use it to alleviate this pressure that is building in my head, in my chest, my balls. Except, the only person I want to tie up is her. And she is getting ready to tie the knot with someone else. "Fuck!" I crack my neck. "What the bloody fuck am I going to do?"
There’s silence in the room.
I glance at the faces of my friends, who seem to be digesting what I told them.
"Have you thought about approaching her, and asking her about it?" Damian ventures.
"I promised I’d stay away from her," I growl.
"Not that you’re doing a good job of it," Weston snorts, "but seriously, the only way to clarify this situation is if you ask her."
"Have you all heard anything from your women?"
Sinner straightens. "You do realize I have other things to discuss with my wife, apart from your love life, or lack thereof?" His gaze narrows.
"Yeah, yeah." I crack my neck. "It was a thought." Fuck, if I’m not grasping at straws. Seriously? I’m asking my friends if they’ve heard of any gossip from their wives and girlfriends. Not that there isn’t merit in gossip. After all, a whisper of a scandal could bring down a politician, but still, this is the absolute arse-end of things.
"Forget it," I snap.
He scowls, "And no, Summer hasn’t mentioned anything to me. You’re welcome."
I show him the bird.
He smirks. "You’re definitely rattled, Beauchamp. You wouldn’t resort to childish insults otherwise."
"Bugger off to whatever hole you came from," I mumble.
Sinner’s smile grows wider. "Seems it’s your turn to discover that tiny little thing inside of you—"
"You mean in his pants?" Damian smirks.
"Piss off," I snarl, and Damian laughs.
"As I was saying," Sinner quirks an eyebrow, "apparently, you don’t have a choice but to strip yourself naked to the world."
"What, you mean literally?"
A few of the guys visibly shudder.
"No, you ass," Weston crows, "he means, we’ve all been there… Except for Father, here—" he nods at Edward, "we’ve had to face up to our deepest fears and come out the other side, before we could claim our women."
"Yeah, no idea what you’re talking about," I growl.
"But you will," Sinner drawls.
I glance around the room as each of my dickwad friends nods sagely.
