Page 19 of Enticing My Off Limits Billionaire

"Okay," she says, "but you have to promise you won't freak out."

I snort, shaking my head. "Seriously, Kylie, I'm not sure if you can ever tell me anything that will freak me out quite as much as when you told me you were in love with my father. You're good."

She laughs softly, then her cheeks flush. "Well...it's kind of about that," she says. "I'm pregnant, Mads."

That's...

... not what I was expecting.

I was expecting her to say that she had a new gig, or they were moving, or...well, I don't know. I guess I should have expected this kind of news; Kylie has never been shy about wanting a family, and she's said that they discussed having children in the past.

But the thing is—I didn't know how her having a child would affect me.

Because my father was a bad dad, and this...

"Madison?" she asks quietly. "Did you hear me?"

I must have blacked out for a second there, because Kylie is a few steps closer to me now, concern in her eyes. She takes me gently by the shoulders and tries to find my gaze, but I realize I can't look at her.

No, this is all wrong.

"Madison, talk to me," she whispers.

Some other women come into the bathroom, both going into stalls. We're not so alone anymore, and I know I shouldn't freak out.

I need to be polite.

Respectful.

I think I'm happy for her, aren't I?

"I..." I start, but my voice gets stuck in my throat. I want to cry all of a sudden, because if Kylie were with someone else, I would be thrilled. I love Kylie, she's my best friend, she's going to be an amazing mom.

But I'm...I'm going to be a sister.

"I need to go," I rasp.

Her brow furrows. "What?"

"I need to leave," I say, taking a step back and pulling away from her. I go to turn away, and Kylie catches my wrist, unshed tears sparkling in her eyes.

"Mads, we should talk," she says.

But I yank my hand away, making her stumble forward a step.

"I need to think," I mutter. "Don't follow me."

I snatch up my purse and sling the strap over my shoulder before striding out of the bathroom and making a beeline for the door. I catch sight of Quinn talking to my dad, and he looks pale like he just heard someone was dying—and I have to assume my dad has just given him the news, too. He doesn't look up at me, no matter how much I wish he would, and I just...

...I leave.

No one cares.

No one follows.

I'm in the elevator in a heartbeat, my pulse pounding, my knees weak. I have to lean against the wall of the elevator to keep my footing, and I cover my mouth as I choke out a sob.

I'm going to be a sister...and I'm so angry about it that it makes me want to scream.

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