Page 57 of Enticing My Off Limits Billionaire

"I'll tell my father when I'm ready," I mutter.

Kylie nods slowly, her expression unreadable. "Okay. I just...I don't want to keep anything from your dad. He's been so good to me, and I don't want to betray his trust."

"But you were okay keeping your relationship secret for months," I blurt out.

Kylie frowns. "I thought you were over that."

"I was," I say. "Until the two of you just...decided to have a kid when my dad is a horrible father."

She swallows hard, her eyes flitting across the room like she's trying to figure out what to say. Finally, she stands up, showing more composure than she's had for a single second since she's gotten here.

"If that's how you feel, we don't need to continue this conversation," she says.

She strides past me toward the door, and I consider stopping her...but I don't. Because I'm still so angry, and where does she get off telling me I'm wrong when my dad abandoned me as a kid? Who's to say he won't do the same thing to her?

But Kylie pauses in the open door, and looks me in the eye.

"Gavin has changed," she says. "And he loves you, Madison. I can't...I can't believe you would do something like this that could hurt him."

I let out an incredulous laugh. "Seriously? You...you dare to accuse me of doing something to hurt him when he married my best friend and knocked you up?"

Kylie grimaces at my choice of words, but she's clearly done crying. "I'm going," she says. "Goodbye, Madison."

I watch as she disappears through the doorway, unable to shake the feeling that I've made things worse than they ever were before—Kylie's words sting, even as I try to push them away. I never wanted to hurt anyone in this situation, but somehow, that's all I seem to be doing.

As the door slams shut behind her, I'm left standing alone in the empty room, with nothing but my thoughts to keep me company. I've always been good at putting on a brave face, but now, I'm not so sure. There's a part of me that feels like I'm drowning, like I'm in over my head, and I don't know how to get out.

Not only that, but Kylie is definitely going to tell my father what I've been up to.

And now, I might lose Quinn, too.

Chapter eighteen

Quinn

Ican'treachMadison,and it's driving me a little crazier than I expected.

I knew that as soon as I gave in to her, she would drive me to the brink...that if I let myself start to fall, I would go all the way, and I would get obsessed. We haven't even made anything official. We're not even close to telling her dad about us, but I want her all the time.

So I can't complain when she shows up at my front door, a bag in her hand.

"I couldn't stay away," she whispers.

I don't care why she's here, and I don't need an excuse.

I hold the door open and let her in.

Madison walks in and drops her bag, and before I can even ask her if she's okay, she's wrapping her arms around me and kissing me hard. I breathe her in, loving how she feels against me, memorizing the scent of her shampoo, clothes, just...her.

"You good?" I ask between kisses.

She reaches down and runs her palm up my fly, and I groan at the sensation of her touch against my hardening cock.

"I'll tell you after you've fucked my brains out, okay?" she rasps.

"Fair," I growl.

My hands find her hips, and I lift her into my arms, her legs wrapping around my waist. I stumble to the bedroom, laughing against her lips, maneuvering us both so that I don't drop her, and I pin her to the wall so she can yank my shirt off over my head.

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