Page 71 of Bossed By Three Billionaire Brothers

He sniffled as I held him, raising his arm toward the door and pointing. “Gen.”

It was the first word we’d ever heard him say, but it was hard to celebrate in that moment.

“Gen’s not here,” I said. “She’s gone.”

He said nothing, his big, blue eyes wet with tears.

“I thought he might want a little bit of time with you three,” Mathilde said, glancing over at the desk and the pictures atop it as she spoke. “Please let me know when you would like to have me put him back to bed.”

“Thanks, Mathilde,” Sam said.

She nodded, leaving without another word.

“Thinking he might sleep in my room tonight,” Sam uttered.

“That’s a good idea,” replied Sean.

Bobby’s eyelids became heavy as I held him, his head resting on my shoulder.

“Amy,” Sean said. “I almost forgot about her in all of this.”

“Amy will come around when she’s ready to come around,” Sam said. “No sense in pushing her into anything.” He lifted up one of the pictures. “This is what we need to be concerned with right now.”

“We’re going to find out who took those goddamn pictures. And when we do, they’re going to pay.”

Chapter 27

Gen

It was the following day, and I’d barely left the Airbnb since I’d made it into New York. I was too damn sick, my stomach barely able to keep any food down.

The chime of my phone sounded as I lay in bed. With a groan, I rolled over and saw that it was a text from my dad.

OK, so I found a doctor right down the road from you. She’s a GP, and her Google rating is top-notch.

Of course, when I’d off-handedly mentioned to Mom and Dad that I wasn’t feeling well, they’d dropped everything to locate a doctor to find out what was wrong. Didn’t matter that I’d told them that it was almost certainly nothing, probably just my body being stressed from the traveling. At least it distracted them from asking more details about why I’d left France so suddenly.

They’d eventually want to know more, and I still had to figure out what to tell them. There was no possible way I could say that their little girl had been the plaything of three brothers, all of them taking their turns with me, making me come over and over again…

And just like that, I was horny. I sat up, shaking my head in a vain attempt to clear the dirty thoughts from my mind. The fact of the matter was I already missed them. Sure, they were jerks for making that disgusting bet of theirs, and I was certain I’d done the right thing in leaving. But there was no pretending that the experiences those men gave me weren’t the best times I’d ever had in the bedroom.

How the hell was I supposed to go back to the barely-anything sex life I’d had before after being with three men at once, all of them experts in pleasing me? I’d have to, though. The Bradshaw Brothers were officially a thing of the past.

I fired off a quick response to Dad, letting him know that I’d fill him in after the appointment. I rose and stretched, taking a look around at my Airbnb. The cozy studio apartment was filled with natural light that streamed in through the large window overlooking the street below. The walls were painted a soft shade of blue that made the room feel calm and serene.

Despite the compact size, the space was thoughtfully laid out, with a comfortable bed nestled in the corner and a small kitchenette along one wall. The bathroom was small, but clean and modern, with fresh towels and toiletries neatly arranged on a shelf.

I loved the little touches that made the space feel special, like the vintage rug that added a pop of color to the room, and the collection of books on the shelf, all inviting me to read. There was even a small table and chair where I could work on my laptop or enjoy a cup of coffee. Dad had booked the place for a couple of weeks while I figured out my next step, but I was more than happy to be there for the time being.

When I was ready for the appointment, I stepped out of my Airbnb and took a deep breath of the warm, morning air. The sun was shining and the streets were alive with the hustle and bustle of New York City. I took a moment to appreciate the charming brownstones and tree-lined streets of the West Village as I started down the sidewalk.

Despite the beauty around me, my mind was preoccupied with thoughts of my upcoming doctor's appointment. Luckily, the office was located just down the street. I checked my phone nervously for the time, hoping I wouldn’t be late. I knew on a conscious level that it was nothing, that the doctor would diagnose my stomach issues as nerves, and that would be that. All the same, deep down I worried it might not be that simple.

As I continued my walk, I noticed the colorful storefronts and charming cafes that lined the street. The smells of fresh coffee and pastries mingled in the air, making my stomach growl. I made a mental note to stop for a quick breakfast on my way back from the appointment.

The closer I got to the doctor's office, the more my nerves began to mount. I tried to shake off the jitters and focus on the sights and sounds of the city, taking in the beeping of car horns, the chatter of people on the street, and the clack of heels on the pavement. I stood in front of the office, the noises beginning to shift from a pleasant din to an overwhelming cacophony. My stomach tightened with tension and I quickly turned to the office door to pull it open and step inside.

Thankfully, the office was calm and quiet. One other person was there in the small, well-appointed waiting room, along with a middle-aged woman behind the front desk. She raised her eyebrows and smiled as I entered, letting me know I was welcome.

---