Page 67 of Enticing My Off Limits Billionaire

"Dad...it's not your fault."

"It is my fault," he says. He sits down in a chair by the door, shaking his head. "I did this to her. And now you have to come in and pick up the pieces, just like always."

"It's not like that," I say, sitting beside him and taking his hand. "Dad, I know you love her. I've known it for a long time, and I just...haven't really come to terms with it. But a very smart man recently pointed out to me that love kind of overshadows everything else, and I think I get it now."

My dad sighs and buries his face in his hands, then peeks out over his fingers at me.

"She told me about you and Quinn," he murmurs. "Is that who you're talking about?"

I bite my lip, finding the raw wound from when I first walked in. "Yeah."

"Did you do it to get back at me?"

Normally, I would be offended by the implication...but right now, I'm too emotionally spent even to be upset.

"It started out that way, but now it's just...us," I breathe. "I think I'm kind of addicted to him."

"Love makes us crazy that way," my dad says. "You know that's why I lied all that time, right? Because I knew what I was doing was wrong...but I couldn't help myself. And now, this..."

It scares me a little, listening to him talk about this. I've never really had a calm conversation about the situation with Kylie and my dad, and now there's been a perfect storm of circumstances to make it clear how alike we are.

He was obsessed with Kylie, just like I am with Quinn now.

He kept it a secret, thrived on the thrill of that deception...and I've been doing the same thing.

"I think..." I pause, frowning. "I think I need therapy."

"Same," my dad sighs. "I'm sorry I messed you up, Madison."

I laugh softly. "Mom did a pretty bang-up job, too, and my brain chemistry definitely doesn't lend itself to stability. Don't only blame yourself."

He looks over at me, his brow furrowed. "I don't know if it makes a difference, but I want you to be confident that I don't judge you for this. That I'm not angry about it. You and Quinn, I mean...if he makes you happy, you should be with him."

It doesn't make me feel good to hear that—which sends me spiraling into a host of other bad feelings. I think, on some level, I wanted him to be angry. I wanted him to feel betrayed.

And now it feels like this has all been for nothing.

I can't tell him that, though, because Kylie groans softly and blinks her eyes open. I'm on my feet in an instant, walking carefully over to her bed as she looks at me in confusion.

"Madison?" she says.

I nod, tears in my eyes. "I'm here. I came as soon as I got the texts."

Kylie smiles weakly, but it's enough to make my heart swell. "I'm sorry," she whispers. "I didn't mean to scare everyone like this."

"Don't be sorry," I say, reaching for her hand. "You didn't do anything wrong."

She nods, but then her face falls. "I heard you and Gavin talking," she says softly. "About Quinn."

I feel another wave of tears coming on. "Kylie...I shouldn't have fought with you the way I did. I'm so sorry. I feel like I'm responsible for this—"

"Yeah, you and Gavin seem to have that in common," she says with a sympathetic laugh. "The doctor said this just happens. It's okay. It's nobody's fault. Our little girl is going to be fine."

"Little girl?" I ask, my breath catching in my throat.

She gives me a dazzling smile and nods. "Yeah...you're going to have a sister."

I cover my mouth with my free hand, trying really hard not to sob. It feels like all the shit we've been through—Kylie and my dad's relationship, the secrets, the fighting—it doesn't really matter anymore.

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