Page 11 of Bossed By Three Billionaire Brothers

He grinned. “He loves it. When we had this place built, he was right smack dab in the middle of our thinking. None of us could imagine what it might be like for a kid his age to lose both of his parents, so we wanted to build a home where he’d be comfortable, with lots of space to play.”

“What happened to his parents?” My eyes flashed as soon as I asked the question. “Sorry, I don’t mean to pry if it’s none of my business.”

“No, this is all of your business. You’re going to be here for the summer, so you should know what’s up. What did Sam tell you about Bobby?”

“Just that he was who I’d be taking care of, that he’d only been here for a few months, that you guys were all crazy about him but didn’t think you had the time for him that he deserved.”

“All true. We’re all very busy and still trying to figure out how to tie things up so that we can find a routine that works for all of us, Bobby most importantly. We’re finding our footing, but all the same, we wanted someone who could focus on the little guy one hundred percent, give him the attention he needs while we work out the rest of it.”

He rubbed the back of his neck with his hand while looking away, as if trying to find the right words to say. Or, perhaps, gathering the nerve to bring up a difficult topic. Georges and a pair of attendants who’d emerged from the house were busy unloading our bags and taking them in.

“His parents, Jared and Cindy... hurts to even talk about them.”

I shook my head. “You don’t need to discuss it if it’s painful.”

“No, you should know. Sam only told you that they passed, right?”

“Right. But not how.”

“Car accident. They were heading up the 405 north of Santa Monica, got caught in a sudden storm and hydroplaned. Car spun out of control and they slammed right into a jackknifing semi. Both passed away on the spot.”

“Oh my God. That’s horrible.”

He nodded. “Can’t imagine a worse tragedy. Thank God Bobby wasn’t with them.” He paused, taking a moment to compose himself, as if the thought of anything happening to Bobby, even in a hypothetical, was too much for him to bear. “Anyway, Cindy was the head of our legal department, which meant she was close with us, close enough that Sam was Bobby’s godfather. And they had no other family that they trusted.”

“So now he’s here with you guys.”

Sean smiled. “Yeah, he is. Crazy how he’s only been here for a short time, but all the same I can’t imagine life without him. Kids are kind of magical that way, huh?”

The way he spoke and the smile on his face left no doubt about how he felt about Bobby. Before we could continue the conversation, however, a voice coming through a speaker filled the air.

“You guys going to chat out there all day, or are you going to come in and say hi?”

I laughed, recognizing Sam’s voice.

“Sorry!” Sean waved his hand through the air. “Just showing our guest around a bit.”

“Come on in and take a load off,” spoke another voice, just as deep as the rest. “Got some grub in here waiting for you.”

Sean swept his hand toward the front doors. “Shall we?”

“Let’s.”

Together we made our way to the front doors of the estate, Sean pushing them open as he faced me.

I gasped when I stepped into the house, the interior just as impressive as the exterior. Natural light poured into the vast, open rooms, making it look like the place was glowing. Several pieces of art—a mixture of modern and classical—were placed so that they blended seamlessly with the sleek, minimalist style of the house, making it clear they’d been chosen carefully.

Truth be told, the place was so nice that I couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed in my jeans and sweatshirt and ratty Chuck Taylors. Not to mention how disheveled I felt after the long flight.

Staff members zipped here and there, some taking the bags upstairs and others tidying up.

“You have a staff?”

Sean nodded. “Fifteen altogether. None of us have ever been live-in-help sorts of guys, so when we first moved into this place we tried to keep it clean and organized all on our own. After a week of that and realizing we were spending ninety percent of our waking hours dusting, we changed courses. Staff housing is behind the main complex—you’ll see it when you get the grand tour.”

After he finished speaking, the faint sound of talking in the distance let me know that I was about to meet the other two men. Sure enough, two figures appeared around the corner.

The first was a man who looked exactly like Sean, at least, in terms of face structure and build. He had the same strong jaw, the same piercing hazel eyes, the same sensual mouth and slim nose. The main difference was easy to notice—unlike Sean with his longer, tousled hair, this man’s was close-cropped, almost military-style. Rather than Sean’s easy smile, his expression was more serious, as if sizing me up as he approached. He was dressed in neatly pressed clothes, his slacks dark and his white button-up crisp, black dress shoes polished to a mirrored shine. I knew right away that it was Seth, Sean’s twin.

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