Page 45 of Bossed By Three Billionaire Brothers

As I laid on the bed surrounded by the guys, I remembered how comfortable I’d felt in the dream, the feeling as if that morning was simply one among many, many others. A soft knock sounded at the door that let us know it was time to begin the day.

When I finally opened my eyes, I couldn’t help but smile. One of the windows was open, that delicious ocean breeze flowing into the bedroom. It was hard to imagine how’d I’d ever lived without that scent, that lovely aroma that you could almost feel restore you.

The smile faded quickly, however. I sat up, the droning sound of a lawnmower in the distance. Normally, the room was bathed with golden sunlight when I woke up. That morning, however, it wasn’t. I sat up and looked around, trying to figure out what was different.

Suddenly it hit me—the sun was up higher than it normally was, and that could only mean one thing.

I’d slept in. Panic raced through me and I bolted out of bed, my heart pounding hard.

What the hell, Gen? How could you have let this happen?

The monitor. It should’ve let me know when Bobby had gotten up. On top of that, it had an alarm feature that I’d set for seven AM. Had I forgotten to charge the damn thing? I felt practically sick as I turned around, my eyes latching onto where I normally placed the monitor on the nightstand.

To my surprise, it wasn’t there. What the hell had happened?

I was in total panic mode. If I’d slept in, that meant I’d missed the entire freaking first half of the day with Bobby. I’d missed getting him up, I’d missed breakfast, I’d missed starting him off on some activities to burn off his energy.

My phone. No doubt the guys had tried to call to wake me up and figure out what had happened. That was in my usual spot, at least, plugged into the wall near one of the chairs in the room. I rushed over and grabbed it, checking the screen to see how late I’d slept in.

It was a little after nine. I ran my hand through my hair, as I paced back and forth trying to figure out what the hell had happened.

My heart pounding, I hurried to the bathroom with some clothes and threw them on, running a comb through my hair so I didn’t look as crazy and frazzled as I felt. After brushing my teeth and putting on my sneakers, I hurried out of the room with my phone in my hand, ready to accept my punishment.

I spotted Mathilde turning the corner down the hallway near the stairs. A scan of her face for any indication what kind of trouble I was in didn’t do me any good; the woman was damn hard to read.

“Mathilde?” I asked as I approached.

She paused, raising her eyebrows slightly. While she’d never been rude to me, she was also the type of woman who didn’t like to be bothered while in the middle of work.

“Yes?” she asked.

“Do you know where Bobby is?”

She cocked an eyebrow. “Now, I believe the answer to that precise question is your job,non?”

My face bloomed red. “Yes. I mean. I know. It’s just that I slept in and the baby monitor’s gone…”

She smiled slightly, a total French, Mona Lisa smile that I couldn’t quite decipher.

“Bobby is with his fathers. They are out in the pool.”

“OK. Good. Thanks.”

She gave me one more strange look before she continued on without another word. I hurried past her, down the stairs and out back to the infinity pool outside. Sure enough, the guys were there with Bobby. Sam was on one of the chairs with his laptop, Seth had his big arms draped over the sides of the pool as he floated in the water, and Sean was with Bobby, throwing the kid up into the air, Bobby making squeals of total joy.

I swallowed and stood up straight, ready for it all to end in the next few minutes. No doubt I was in for the scolding of a lifetime.

I approached the pool with slow, cautious steps. One by one, the guys turned their attention to me.

“Hey.” My voice came out weak.

Sean gave Bobby one more toss before catching the little guy and setting him in the shallow end, Bobby wasting no time doggy paddling around, his floaties keeping him above water. The guys turned to me one by one.

“Hey!” Sean said. “What’s up?”

“Morning,” Seth added as he swam over toward me.

Sam, his eyes hidden behind sunglasses, raised his hand for a moment before turning his attention back to his work.

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