Page 42 of Triplet Babies for My Billionaire Boss

Chapter Nineteen

Rodney

The shrill ringing of my phone woke me, and I swam up out of unconsciousness, trying to figure out where I was and what day it was. A dull ache between my temples reminded me it was the morning after I’d been drinking.

When I opened my eyes, my arm was draped over Danielle, who lay pressed tightly against me. Shit. How had this happened?

I reached for my phone on the nightstand, nearly knocking it to the floor before I managed to grab it. My other arm was trapped beneath Danielle’s head, and my body was tangled in the sheets.

I pressed talk before checking the screen for a name. “Yeah?” I asked in a hoarse voice.

“Did I wake you?” Mark asked, and I froze, suddenly very awake. Danielle was naked in my bed, and I was talking to her father.

“Yeah, what time is it?” I asked.

Tommy hadn’t come to wake me, thank god. The room was too bright. It was way past dawn. It was unusual for Tommy not to fetch me, and that made me wonder what he was up to, but I was relieved he hadn’t seen Danielle naked in my bed. With a little luck, he was still sleeping. It was doubtful, but a man in a pickle could do nothing but hope.

“It’s seven,” Mark said. “I’m looking for Danielle.” My stomach turned. “She never came home after babysitting for you last night. Do you know where she is?”

The poor man was in a state because his daughter was missing, and I had her in my bed, naked, her hair splayed over my pillow, the feel of her still on my cock.

Shit, shit, shit.

“Um, yeah,” I said, thinking fast. “My meeting with Lu Chen last night ended late. When I got home, she was already asleep in the spare room, and I didn’t want to wake her.”

Mark exhaled in relief, as if he’d been holding his breath. “She usually lets me know,” he said, but he sounded less panicked than a second ago. “I thought she might have gone to Lisa’s, but I usually get a text from her when that happens.”

I felt guilty as hell. The repercussions of our night together had already started. “I would have let you know if I knew she didn’t message you,” I said.

Danielle stirred in the bed next to me, and I untangled myself from her, sitting up so that she didn’t make a sound close to the phone. The last thing I needed was for her to moan or ask me something so Mark would recognize her over the phone. I didn’t even want to think what would happen if that happened.

“Thank God she’s safe,” Mark said.

“Yeah, Mark, she’s fine,” I said, saying his name out loud in the hopes that Danielle would understand who I was talking to. I glanced at her, but she didn’t seem worried or stressed. She seemed totally at home in my bed.

“Will you ask her to call me when she wakes up?” Mark asked. “I have a bone to pick with her.”

“Of course. It shouldn’t be long, now. I’ll let her know you called the moment she’s up.” Which I didn’t have to do, because she was up now, and she was aware of who I was talking to.

When I ended the call, I turned to Danielle, who blinked up at me with sleepy eyes. God, she was hot in the morning. She looked soft and dreamy, and it made me want to take her again.

But I couldn’t do that. All of this had been a hell of a mistake, and if I started something again, fucking her instead of being responsible about this, I would only make things worse. It was hard to believe, but things could get worse than they already were.

I heard the sounds of a silly cartoon filtering through the wall, which told me Tommy was up and he had taken care of himself. I hoped I didn’t have to do damage control with him, too. There were too many chances for collateral damage in this situation.

“That was a close call,” Danielle said, sitting up. She clutched the covers to her chest, and I was relieved. I didn’t know if I would be able to control myself if I saw her naked now.

“Too close,” I agreed. “I told him I came home late last night and you were already asleep. In the guest bedroom. I didn’t want to wake you and didn’t know you didn’t let him know where you were.”

Danielle nodded. “That’s a good one. Thank you.”

I shook my head. I hated lying to my friend, and this was happening more and more often. I couldn’t keep sneaking around like this behind Mark’s back when I knew that what we were doing would kill him if he found out.

“Well, good morning,” Danielle said, smiling.

I shook my head. No matter how much I wanted to spend the morning together, wallowing in the warmth of what we’d done last night, I couldn’t keep doing this. So, instead of kissing her the way I wanted to, instead of rolling over into the sheets and taking her again, I took a deep breath.

“You have to go,” I said.

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