Page 45 of Triplet Babies for My Billionaire Boss

I nodded. “Yes, something is wrong. I’m hurt by how you treated me, kicking me out of your house after you admitted your feelings to me and then made love to me.”

Rodney cleared his throat. “First of all, that wasn’t making love. Second, I was drunk.”

“You weren’t so drunk that you didn’t know what you were doing. You certainly weren’t too drunk to get it up.”

Rodney shook his head, and I couldn’t tell what he was thinking or feeling. That only pissed me off even more. Why wasn’t he willing to speak to me? To tell me how he felt or what he was thinking? Was I really not worth anything more to him than a good fuck?

“It doesn’t matter what I said or what I feel. We can’t be together anyway.”

“Why not?” I challenged. Surely, if we both felt something, that was the next step to take? I was so tired of everyone telling me what I couldn’t do.

“You know why,” he said. “It will cause bad press for the company, and I can’t afford that right now, not with the launch of the new software coming up in a few weeks. I have a reputation and a client base I need to consider. Besides, your father is an investor and my best friend. What do you think will happen if he finds out that you and I are dating?”

“I am an adult, Rodney. I can do what I want to, regardless of what my dad thinks.”

Rodney shook his head. “How do you think it will look to the public? You’re my secretary, and that’s not even touching on our age difference.”

“So? Then I’ll leave the company if it’s that big of a deal. If that justifies every excuse for us not to be together.”

Rodney took a deep breath and blew it out so that his cheeks billowed. “I don’t want you to leave the company,” he said. “You’re good at what you do.”

I frowned. “Well, that’s an excellent reason not to want to lose me,” I said sarcastically. “You’re the owner of this company. You’ve built a life for yourself. You’re obviously a go-getter, someone who doesn’t back down from a fight. I don’t understand why you’re willing to let something like this slip through your fingers because of what everyone else will say.”

“It’s not that simple,” Rodney said.

“Of course, it is. If you care about someone and they care about you, you make it happen. You’re looking for every reason why this won’t work, but what about all the reasons why it will? You’re ignoring all the good things we have.”

“You’re making it sound so simple,” Rodney said. “But it’s not. There are things to consider. Things I can’t just change because I feel like it.”

The elevator pinged, and the doors opened. I’d had enough of this conversation and this game that went in circles without promise of an end.

“You know what I think?” I asked Rodney. He shook his head. “I think you need to stop being a pussy and fight for what you want.”

I stepped out of the elevator and marched to the office. I didn’t look back to see what effect my words had on him. Right now, I didn’t care.

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