Page 41 of The Billionaire's Most Unexpected Triplets

“Great,” I say through tight teeth.

We’re out on the sidewalk now, and I start towards my car. I’m not going to wait for him. I’m not going to give him the satisfaction of looking at me with that annoying little smirk of his.

“Hold on.”

Jack trots up to me, and I wheel around to face him.

“What do you want?” I snap.

He scowls. “To talk about your job.”

I stiffen. Shit. I haven’t even thought about what this means for my position.

Technically, he can’t fire me. One, it’s illegal to fire someone because they’re pregnant. And two, he needs the board’s permission to get rid of me.

But I wouldn’t put anything past this man. If he wants to have something done, he’ll find a way.

“What about my job?” I fold my arms.

He sniffs. “Once we get the results back, I’m willing to overlook this and move forward. We don’t need to bring it up again.”

“Oh, how gracious of you,” I hiss.

Jack glares. “But you need to know that if you insist on keeping this charade up, I’ll have no choice but to terminate your employment.”

I laugh. “Seriously?”

His eyes narrow. “I can’t have you walking around telling people that I knocked you up.”

“Youdidknock me up,” I snarl. Before I know it, I’m advancing on him, my hands curled into fists.

It’s the satisfied smirk on his face that stops me. He knows that he’s won the round.

Stepping back, I suck in a sharp breath. “The board—”

“The board.” He nods. “They didn’t stop me from getting what I wanted before, did they?”

God, this man is cold as ice. How can he stand here and threaten me like this?

I raise my chin, determined not to back down

“You’re right,” I say. “The board didn’t stop you before. But that doesn’t mean they’ll let you get your way this time.”

“Are you sure about that?” He looks amused.

I hold my ground. “Yeah. I’m sure.”

Hell no, I’m not sure. But what else am I supposed to say?

Holding my head high, I whirl around and stride towards my car.

I feel him staring at me, and I know that he’s seething with rage. But so what? I’m seething as well — and my rage is actually deserved.

When I reach my car, I slide behind the wheel and shut the door. I need to get away from his toxic presence so that I can think.

I start the car and pull onto the road, trembling like a leaf from the confrontation. I knew today would be bad, but I didn’t expect it to be this bad.

I feel like I just want to curl into a ball and cry. Never in my life have I felt this alone.

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