Page 60 of Quadruplet Babies for my Billionaire Boss

I was suddenly furious.

“What the fuck? Now you’re just ditching me altogether?”

“It’s nothing more than what you would have done to me when you were tired of me. Wasn’t that the point of this thing we were doing? When it’s done, it’s done. No clinginess and no drama. Remember? Well, this looks like a hell of a lot of drama to me. So I’m making a plan to stop the drama.”

She turned around, about to walk away from me. I wasn’t going to allow that. I wasn’t done talking, and she had to face me, no matter what. We had to be in this together to make anything work. I moved in front of her, blocking the door, then took a step closer to her, and another step and another. She backed up whenever I took a step closer. When she was up against her desk, I blocked her in. Her eyes were defiant, her lips pursed into a thin line, and her body was coiled like a snake, ready to strike.

She was so hot like this. Anger became her. Her eyes were fiery, radiating her anger, and seeing her on fire like this made me want her. Badly. There was something irresistible about how angry she was.

“Why are you doing this to me?” I asked. Despite how turned on I was, I was just as angry.

Tears welled up in her eyes, and I was taken aback. I hadn’t expected her to start crying.

“Do you think I don’t know how you play this game?” she asked. “Do you think I haven’t heard about how you go through women because you don’t want them to take your money?”

“What?” I asked, shocked. I had always thought my past was a secret, that no one knew why I never married. Apparently, there were rumors everywhere if even Rena knew about it.

“Yeah, it sucks knowing that I don’t have a chance with you. But I won’t be the person everyone points at, saying I managed to get my hands on your money, after all. I won’t be that woman. I’m not after your money. I have never been.”

I shook my head. My past came crashing down on me. Gina had been with me for my money. I had loved her, and when I’d found out what her plan was, I had dumped her immediately. I had assumed every woman would want my money, and I’d kept them all at arm’s length. But Rena was different. I wanted her close, because she was genuine and she cared about me, not my money. When I realized that, I wanted to spend all my money on her. It was never about how much money I had. The women in my life who wanted it could have had so much of it if it had been about more than that. But it had never been about more. With Rena, it felt like it was about me.

At least, that was how it had been while we’d been together. She’d cared about me. I wanted to do this with her—I wanted to take care of her and the baby because I knew what I would get in return. Sometimes, a relationship wasn’t only about who the other person was. It was also about what the other person made me feel. And Rena made me feel like I was worth it despite my money.

But she thought she was like every other woman I had fucked.

Rena tried to get away from me again, but I wouldn’t let her go. Not now.

“You can’t keep me here,” Rena said.

“What if you’re different?” I asked. “Did you ever think that maybe you’re different than the rest of them? How do you know that you’re the same as everyone else?”

“I don’t know—maybe because you gave me rules and made it clear how you play this game? It sounds a lot like you treated me like everyone else.”

She was right. Of course she was. I had done that. I had treated her like the others. But that had been because, at first, I hadn’t known her. I knew who she was now. I knew that she was different.

“Things changed,” I said. “I started seeing a different person.”

“Well, how the fuck was I supposed to know that?”

I shook my head. She was right. How could she have known that I felt differently about her than about the others? And now she wanted to leave. She wanted to get another job and walk out of my life with my baby, and I would never get to make this right again. I should have told her something. I should have done things differently. But I was only a man, and sometimes I fucked up. I didn’t deserve to be punished like this.

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