Page 76 of Bossed By Three Billionaire Brothers

“Remember when we decided on building the house?” I asked, speaking over my shoulder. “Whole idea was that we’d have an oasis away from the rest of the world. Guess that doesn’t work when you bring the drama with you.”

Seth chuckled in agreement.

“Any word from Mathilde?” I asked.

“Same old,” Sam said. “Bobby’s down, and she’ll be there until we get back.”

We’d sat down with Mathilde, given her the terms. She’d be done when we got back, and in return for us not pressing charges, she’d give us all the info she had on the tabloid she’d been working with. We’d added one more term, that she’d stay with Bobby while we were in New York, one she was more than happy to accept. We’d debated bringing him along, but staying with Mathilde seemed the best course of action. We didn’t want to drag him into any of our drama.

It was all such a mess. Once we took off and were steady in the air, Sam wasted no time taking out his laptop and working on one thing or another—no doubt his way of keeping his mind occupied while we were en route. Seth kept his gaze on the window, seeming deep in thought.

I, on the other hand, decided on some rest. I closed my eyes and settled in, thoughts of Amy and Gen weighing heavily on my mind. The next twenty-four hours were going to be some of the most important in all of our lives.

Chapter 30

Gen

Iheld the phone in my hands, Amy’s number on the screen.

I had to talk to her, to try to make things right. All the same, the idea of calling her was enough to make my stomach feel like a cold, lead ball was inside of it, weighing me down.

I was on the roof of my five-story apartment building, the West Village sprawling out around me, the towers of the Financial District looming large to the south.

It was the perfect New York summer day, warm but not hot.

I placed my hand on my belly as I stood on the rooftop, still unable to believe that I was pregnant. The test at the doctor’s had been positive, and the bloodwork confirmed it.

With one more deep, steeling breath, I tapped the button to call her. It rang once, then twice, then three times. As much as I knew we needed to talk, relief washed over me at the idea of her not picking up.

Right in the middle of the fourth ring, however, she answered.

“Hello?” The word came out in a low, serious tone, flat with no feeling.

“Amy?” My heart beat faster.

“Yeah.”

I couldn’t help it, I started crying right then and there, tears flowing as the words stuck in my throat.

“Is everything OK?” she asked, sounding genuinely concerned.

I sniffled, wiping my eyes on the sleeve of my shirt. “Are you kidding? Yes, you picked up!”

A bit of silence fell before she spoke again. “I did. But don’t get me wrong, I’m still mad Gen. I just don’t understand.”

“I know. You have all the right in the world to be pissed off at me for what happened.” I took a breath and tried to come up with something a little more rational to say.

“I’m so sorry, Amy. I never meant to hurt you, and I’m so mad at myself for doing what I did without thinking about the consequences. It was stupid and selfish of me, and if you never want to see me again, I’d understand. But even so, even if this is the last time we talk, I just want you to know that I truly am sorry, and that I love you and miss you, and I now feel like there’s this huge hole in my life that’s Amy-shaped. That’s all. I love you.”

As the words finished tumbling out of my mouth, I realized that there was nothing more that I could say. It was totally up to Amy to either accept my apology or tell me to screw off. All I could do was wait for her answer.

“You really had to have all three of them, huh?”

“I don’t even know how to answer that. I just know how weird it must be for you.”

“You’re telling me. It’s going to be burned into my brain for the rest of my life. Like walking in on your parents but ten times worse somehow.”

“I don’t want to push things too hard,” I said. “But… do you think you could ever forgive me?”

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