Page 64 of Bossed By Three Billionaire Brothers

My brothers and I shared a quick look, all of us trying to figure out if it was the right call. My gut tightened with anticipation of the conversation to come. How was I supposed to talk to my own daughter about this? As I thought it over, I internally said a small thanks to no one in particular about how we hadn’t been in the middle of anything more explicit than kissing and light touching. The thought of Amy walking in on anything more than that was enough to turn my stomach.

“Come on,” I said, getting up and making my way to the door. “We need to talk to her, we need to set things right.”

Gen grabbed a sweatshirt and pair of joggers, throwing them on over her bikini as we headed out.

“What the fuck are we going to say to her?” Sean asked, his voice a low whisper. “She saw what she saw.”

Seth glanced over at me without a word, his expression making it clear that he knew Sean was right. Lying to my daughter was off the table from the beginning, of course, but even if I were the kind of guy to do that, there would be no way to pull the wool over her eyes about what she had seen.

We had to lead with the truth, an admission that what she thought she’d seen was exactly what it was. How she would take that, I could only guess.

The four of us headed down the hall, passing one of the staff who let us know that Amy was downstairs in the kitchen. My gut tightened once more, but I pushed past it as we hurried along in silence.

Amy was seated at the kitchen bar with a glass of tap water in front of her, a faraway expression on her face. She didn’t even look in our direction as we entered. I stepped over to one door then the other, shutting them one by one. We were going to need some major privacy for the conversation ahead.

I decided to take point, stepping forward and speaking first. In spite of everything that had happened, I was still happy to see my daughter. Months sometimes passed without us seeing one another in person, and I still couldn’t get over how much more like a grown, confident woman she became in between each of her visits.

“Amy…”

Her eyes flicked up to me, the faraway expression fading and replaced by one of tight anger.

“What? What the fuck are you going to say to me about what I just saw?” She snorted, looking us over. “Glad to see you all decided to put on more clothes for this little chitchat.”

I raised my finger. “You’re mad, I get it. But you’re not going to talk to me or your uncles like that.”

Amy pursed her lips—she knew she’d stepped out of line by speaking to me the way she had.

“How about talking to Gen, then?” she asked. “Can I tell my friend that she’s a backstabber who threw away all the trust I had for her with...what she did?” She said the last three words a bit awkwardly, which I understood. How the hell was a daughter supposed to describe what she’d just seen?

“Amy.” Gen stepped forward hesitantly, her arm extended as if she were trying to tame a wild animal.

Amy narrowed her eyes again. “Not a word out of you. Not a fucking word.” She scoffed, shaking her head. “You’ve got some balls to eventhinkabout talking to me right now, Gen. It makes me sick to even look at you.”

Amy sat up, regaining some of her composure. “Look at you. Look at all of you. The four of you having some kind of sick orgy. Is that what was going on? You were alltogether?”

I paused for a moment, trying to figure out the best way to describe what was happening between us.

“It’s not as trashy as you’re making it sound. We’re all seeing Gen.”

Amy sat back. “God, I think I’m going to be sick.”

“This is something we’ve been doing a long time, Aim,” Sean said. “Dating the same woman at the same time. Everything’s out in the open, and everything’s consensual. It might seem strange on the outside, but it works.”

“Is that supposed to make me feel better?” Amy asked, her eyes flashing with anger. “The idea that you three are here having some weird swinger thing going on with whatever woman you can talk into it?” A thought suddenly took hold. “Wait, is that why you guys are here? You moved to France to build a compound where you could have this sick shit happen and no one would know?”

“That’s not it at all,” Seth said. “We didn’t have this kind of arrangement planned when we moved out here.”

Amy let out a sarcastic laugh. “Oh, so you just all sort of fell into it? That makes me feel much better.”

I couldn’t help but let out a sigh. I wasn’t frustrated with Amy. She was perfectly within her rights to be upset about what was happening, about what she’d just learned. What I was really frustrated with was how my brothers and I had gotten so far into the lifestyle without taking the time to discuss how it might look to other people, how it would affect others, like Amy.I didn’t care about the opinion of others, I only cared about what my daughter thought.

I pushed those thoughts out of my head, trying to focus on the moment before us.

“You know what’sreallycrazy, Dad?” Amy asked. “Remember when I was a teenager and starting to get into boys, and you were totally controlling about my dating life?”

“Controlling?” I repeated the word with a tone of disbelief. “I wasn’t controlling at all. I said you couldn’t date until you were sixteen and I made sure I met any guy you were involved with. Pretty reasonable if you ask me.”

“Reasonable until you look at allthis.” She stuck out her hand toward us. “You were insistent that I be little miss proper, while you and your freakingbrothers, myuncles, were living this kind of lifestyle. I mean, how long has this even been going on?” Her eyes flashed with realization, her hands shooting to her mouth. “How do I even know that you’re my dad? For all I know, you guys could’ve had some kind of weird thing going on with Mom, too!”

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