Page 67 of Bossed By Three Billionaire Brothers

“Bobby,” Sam said. “You can’t come all this way and not at least say hi to him. The kid’s crazy about you.”

The mention of Bobby was enough to give her pause. After a moment, however, she shook her head.

“No. He doesn’t even know that I’m here. Just don’t say anything to him and he won’t be upset. Now, open this gate for me. You’re not going to talk me into staying. The longer you keep me here trying to convince me of how I’m supposed to feel, the madder I’m getting. Let me go!”

Sam looked defeated, and I could tell that a big part of him didn’t want to let her leave.

Finally, he sighed, shaking his head. “House, open the front gates.”

The gate opened slowly. Amy didn’t waste a second rushing into her car, slamming the door, and driving off. Sam stood still, watching her leave, the gate shutting behind her. After a time, he gave up, accepting that Amy was gone, at least for the time being. He climbed back into his car and pulled around, heading back to the house.

I knew I’d already seen too much, that I’d listened to a private conversation. All the same, I wanted to know what the guys thoughts were when I wasn’t around. I glanced over at the small bar in the room, rushing to it and pouring myself some wine.

I took a sip, turning toward the windows and trying to let the view calm me down. I pulled in one deep breath and exhaled, then another, sipping my wine, hoping it would help ease my mind. When I was ready, I sat back down at the desk and began cycling through the cameras, trying to find where the guys were.

After a few clicks, I brought up the camera for the library. The guys stood among towering white bookshelves packed with colorful spines, chairs here and there and a big fireplace in the back. I clicked the sound icon, turning it on.

“Guess that’s the end of the bet,” Sean said.

Right away, his words captured my attention. Thebet?

Seth put his hand on Sean’s shoulder, giving him a shove. “Are you serious, dude? After what just happened,that’swhat’s on your mind?”

“Just trying to inject a little levity, you know? What else is there to talk about with Amy? She’s pissed, and rightly so. Sam tried to talk to her, and it didn’t go over well at all. But she’s family, and family doesn’t get ripped apart that easily, not even over something like this.”

“Your point?” Sam asked.

“My point is that if Amy’s going to ever get over this, the only thing that’ll do it is time. I know it’s not fun to let her just leave like but chasing her down is only going to make her more upset.”

Sam sighed, shaking his head. “Yeah, that’s Amy. She’ll do the opposite just to take a stand. Not to say that she doesn’t have a right to be pissed about what happened.”

“That’s what I’m saying,” Sean said. “She’s got reason to be mad, and the best we can do is let her calm down. So, in the meantime, we should talk about the bet.”

“Why?” Seth asked. “Are you saying that our wager with Gen is over now?”

I cocked my head to the side, trying to figure out what the hell was going on. They had a bet going about me? The whole situation with Amy had been totally bizarre, almost surreal. Hearing the guys talking about some bet involving me brought it to a new level of weirdness.

“That’s exactly what I’m saying,” Sam said in his usual cool, calm voice. “The wager was to see which one of us she would pick. I’d say everything that she’s shown so far indicates that she has no intention of doing that.”

“Then what are you saying?” Sean asked.

“I’m saying it looks like she’s chosen all of us,” replied Sam.

A few moments of silence passed. “Yeah,” Sean said finally. “I guess you’re right.” He smiled and nodded as if pleased by the revelation. “Why would she want only one of us? I mean, we’re all pretty great, right?”

I didn’t want to hear another word. I turned off the sound and sat back in the seat, trying to process what I’d just learned.

They placed a bet on which one of them I’d fall for? The idea made me sick, like I was a pawn in some dumb, immature game.

Between that and the total, absolute mess with Amy, it was the final straw. I was done with all of it—done with that place and done with all of them. I spotted a pad of monogrammed paper on Sam’s desk, a pen next to it. Paper and pen in hand, I quickly wrote a letter of resignation.

I sat back and looked it over. The note was short and sweet, maybe a little terse. I mentioned Amy, how I couldn’t believe that I’d lost my best friend because of my libido. And, of course, I mentioned the bet.

But there was just one thing. I didn’t want to give it to them in person. When I decided I was done with them, I wasdone.

I folded the paper and tucked it into my back pocket, following it with a sip of wine. I’d leave the paper on the kitchen counter when everyone had gone to bed and slip out. Leaving without a word felt a bit extreme, but after the news of the bet, I didn’t even want to look at those guys again. It’d kill me to leave Bobby without saying goodbye, but I couldn’t spend another day there. On top of being totally grossed out by what I’d learned, I was damn sure they’d try to talk me into staying.

I had to leave. And it had to be immediately. My summer in France was about to come to a sudden end.

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