Page 58 of Her Billionaire Bossholes

And that's something that I can't allow to slip through my fingers.

Slowly, I worm my way off the bed and out of the possessive tangle of arms. As much as I would love to stay there, and I would so love to, I can't put them at risk anymore. I can't allow Debbie and whoever else is involved to dismantle their company and their careers. I love them too much.

I tiptoe across the spacious room, careful not to disturb their peaceful sleep. The moonlight spills through the window, casting a soft glow on their features. Leo's chiseled jawline, Caleb's tousled hair, and Jackson's serene expression. Each of them embodies a different kind of strength, and it's that strength that has drawn me to them, like a moth to a flame.

But now, as I stand at the threshold of their bedroom door, my heart heavy with determination, I realize that my love for them has to overpower any personal desires. It must become the force driving me forward instead of back to them, propelling me to take action.

"I love you," I whisper to them. "All of you."

I slip out of the room, my steps silent on the cool flooring. The halls are shrouded in an eerie stillness as I make my way toward my bedroom, where the evidence I've gathered against Debbie is just waiting to be used. The house itself seems to hold its breath, as if aware of the weight of my decision, the consequences that lay ahead.

I have to protect them, shield them from the impending storm that looms on the horizon. Their love has given me purpose, an unwavering resolve to fight for their safety and happiness.

Inside my bedroom, I close the door behind me and lean against it, my thoughts swirling like a tempest in my mind. The moonlight filters through the gossamer curtains, casting ethereal shadows on the walls with an almost foreboding sensation. But I cannot afford to falter now. Reflecting on our shared experiences and the bonds we have formed, I understand that my love for them emphasizes the necessity of my support and protection.

"I can do this," I reassure myself, despite my longing to crawl back into Leo's huge bed and fall back asleep.

Grabbing a bag from the closet, I stuff some of my clothes in and a few other choice items before securing the documents and evidence to take Debbie down.

"I might not have been here when all of this started, but I'm sure as hell going to be here to finish it."

My fingers tremble slightly as I zip up the bag, the weight of my decision settling heavily on my shoulders. The time for hesitation has passed; it is now or never. With a determined breath, I sling the bag over my shoulder and take one last glance around the familiar room that I have come to call home.

"Wait," I murmur suddenly.

As if struck by an invisible force, I find myself unable to take another step towards the door. A nagging feeling tugs at my heart, urging me to reconsider. They promised me that I'm not alone anymore. That I don't have to do any of this alone. I know they mean it, but... I still can't stop the feeling that sometimes it's better to do it myself. Less distractions, less mess.

And yet, I can't leave without saying something. If I do, they'll probably send a hunting party to track me down. I rush towards my desk, scrambling to grab a slip of paper and a pencil. My fingers quiver in anticipation as I hastily scribble down a message, trying to capture the depth of my emotions within the confines of a few words.

The words stare back at me, stark and vulnerable on the page. It is a confession and an explanation all at once, my resolve to continue being their protector no matter what. I bring the page up to my lips and kiss it, wishing I could kiss them. The truth is, I have no clue what I'm going to walk into. I don't know how organized Debbie is, if she's working alone, or if she's a part of some grander scheme.

"But I'm not chancing anything where you're involved," I tell the paper, as if it can somehow relay my words to the three men who I've grown to love. "Some things... just have to be done alone."

49

CALEB

I'm not sure how, but I know the moment I wake up that something... something just isn't right.

"Charlie?" I reach across Leo's slumped frame only to find empty space.

She's probably just going pee or something.

Yet the feeling in the pit of my stomach tells me otherwise.

I crawl out of bed, grabbing a pair of sweats from Leo's dresser--thankfully, we're about the same in the hips. My eyes drift toward his ensuite bathroom, noting that the door is open and the light is off.

The air in the hallway is cool, taking away some of the flush from sharing a bed with those sweaty heaters. I take a deep breath, glancing down both ends. Maybe she's in the gym? I scratch the back of my head, heading that way first. Ever since I had the gym installed--and overnight feat, I might add--she seems to spend every spare moment in there. I thought I was committed to being fit but, damn, that woman puts me to shame.

I round the corner and turn into the gym before actually taking in the fact that the lights are off and there's no one inside. My frown deepens. Picking up the pace, I head to her bedroom instead.

Where are you, baby?

I push open the door to Charlie's bedroom, expecting to find her stretched out on the bed, engrossed in a book or lost in thought. But as I step inside, my heart sinks. The room is silent, the only sound being the soft rustle of curtains as they sway gently in the breeze. The morning sunlight filters through, casting a warm golden glow across the empty space.

Confusion claws its way up my throat as I take in the sight before me. Her bedroom is meticulously organized, each item in its designated place - her clothes neatly folded, books aligned perfectly on the shelf, and her favorite paintings hanging on the walls. But there is no sign of Charlie anywhere.

I check under the plush comforter, half-expecting her to be hiding playfully beneath it. Yet all I find is an empty bed, its sheets neatly tucked in as if untouched.

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