Page 16 of The Billionaire's Most Unexpected Triplets

A distraction is exactly what I need, and not just from Leah.

News about my father’s company is never welcome. If you were to rank every father in the world, he’d be very close to the bottom.

Chugging my coffee, I stand and head for the shower. Thank God I never chose the same road as he did. If he didn’t want kids, he should have been honest with my mother. Instead, he figured he’d let her do all the work when it came to me.

And then she died when I was three, and what do you know? He was stuck with me.

Or, rather, the rotating list of nannies were stuck with me.

At least I’ll never create the same situation. Thanks to the vasectomy I got twenty years ago, the chances of my having children are zero.

In the bathroom, I strip and step into the cool spray. It’s a welcome relief for my tight muscles. Closing my eyes, I let my mind drift…

Right back to Leah.

Fuck.

Obviously, I need to get her out of my system. Which is fine. That’s exactly what I intend to do in LA. There’s little that a hot club and a few drinks with some beautiful women can’t cure.

Satisfied that I’ve found the answer, I step out of the shower and get dressed for the day. When I get back from LA, a new chapter of life will begin, and I’m looking forward to it.

Grinning at myself in the mirror, I button my shirt. It’s a little ironic that Leah thought she so cleverly evaded me this morning.

Little does she know, things are only beginning for the two of us.

CHAPTER7

LEAH

After knocking on my grandparents’ front door, I check my reflection in my phone’s camera.

Ugh. It’s even worse than I thought.

A night of next to no sleep followed by a flight has left big bags under my eyes.

Not that I regret anything about last night. In fact, it was amazing.

Which is why I left before Jack even woke up.

Last night was a one-time thing. I’m not stupid. I know who he is, and I can clearly see what he looks like. He probably has a million women waiting in line to hop into bed with him.

I’m not a part of that club. What we had was nice, but now it’s over, and I’m washing my hands clean of him.

And yet… it’s been really, really hard not to think about him. In fact, he’s been on my mind every minute since I left his house at dawn this morning.

If only—

The front door opens, stealing me away from my thoughts.

“Hi, Grandpa.” I lean in to hug him.

“Leah, sweetheart. Come in.” He takes my bag and leads me inside. “How was traffic?”

“It was good until I got into your neighborhood. Then there was a traffic jam of golf carts.”

I grin to let him know I’m joking. The retirement community my grandparents live in is one of those new ones where everyone has a golf cart that they drive to the community’s shopping center and restaurants.

He chuckles. “You have to be careful out there. Come now. Your grandma is in the kitchen.”

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