Triplet Babies for My Billionaire Boss (A Billionaire's Baby Romance)

by Lia Lee

  Which was also wrong of me. I wasn’t supposed to hope she would start drooling over me again when I’d been trying to get her to stop all this time. Except, I missed it. I missed her trying to mess with me and trying to get me worked up.

  When I stepped into the elevator on Wednesday morning, Danielle was already in it. It was a surprise. I was usually there before her, and she slipped in behind me. She was busy on her phone. When I stepped in with her, she glanced up at me, but that was all. She turned her attention back to her phone without saying anything.

  I stood next to her, and we rode in silence to the top floor. She wore a neat pair of high-waisted pants with heels that weren’t too high. Her blouse was sleeveless but buttoned up to her collarbone, and her hair was pulled back in a tight bun on top of her head. She looked beautifully professional, but her outfit was conservative and fit for the office.

  She wasn’t inappropriately dressed. No extra skin showed that made me want to jump her bones. Which was exactly what I’d wanted, right? I had told her if she didn’t dress like this, I would write her up. Now, she gave me what I wanted, and I missed how she had dressed before. I missed the little game we had been playing. Danielle had added spice to my boring life, and that was gone now.

  We got to work once we were in the office. Danielle focused on her duties without making things hard for me, and it irritated me to no end. When she had played hard to get, it had driven me crazy. Now that she wasn’t doing anything at all, it downright pissed me off.

  I called her into my office at around ten. She had just returned from the coffee station and held out a cup to me when she stood before my desk. I took it from her.

  “Thanks,” I said.

  “You’re welcome,” she said politely.

  I cleared my throat. “I want to talk about your attitude in the office,” I said.

  “What did I do wrong?” Danielle asked. “I did what you asked me.”

  I shook my head. “You’re treating me like you want nothing to do with me. People are going to start noticing and wonder what’s going on. They’ll be able to do the math, you know?”

  “So, when I was playing along, being sexy and seductive–something you started when you came on to me that first night–it was wrong? Now that I’m not doing it at all, it’s wrong, too?”

  “Danielle, don’t make this harder than it needs to be. Why are you acting like this?”

  Her face changed, but I couldn’t tell what her expression meant. She lifted her hand, pressing it against her stomach, and took a deep breath.

  “I’ll stop being like this if you start being a man.”

  God, this again? Was she going to call me a pussy again? I prepared myself for it. Danielle looked like she wanted to say more, and I braced myself but she paled.

  “Are you okay?” I asked.

  Danielle pressed her fingers to her lips, her eyes glazing over before she turned and ran out of my office. I got up and followed her. She ran toward the ladies’ room, drawing attention. Other employees saw her pass and got up to follow her, to check if she was okay. By the time I reached the ladies’ room, a handful of people joined me there. I heard Danielle throwing up in the bathroom.

  “That’s enough,” I said to everyone around me, hoping to save Danielle some embarrassment. “Get back to work.”

  Reluctantly, they filtered away. I stopped the last lady–Monica, I think her name was–and asked her to fetch a glass of water. She nodded and walked toward the coffee station where there was a water cooler.

  “Danielle?” I asked, knocking on the door.

  “I’m fine,” Danielle said in a strained voice. She was anything but fine. I heard the water run, the toilet flush, and a moment later, Danielle stepped out. She still looked pale. I wanted to hug her or do something that would make her feel better. I hated that she wasn’t feeling well, and there was nothing I could do to make it better, not if I wanted to maintain our professional appearance in front of the other employees.

  “I think you need to go home,” I offered. It was the best I could do.

  Monica returned with a glass of water and handed it to Danielle.

  “I think so, too,” Danielle said, taking the water from Monica and taking a couple of sips. “I don’t know what’s going on. I’ve been feeling sick the last couple of days. I don’t know if it might be food poisoning or something.”

  “Are you sure?” Monica asked. “You don’t think it might be morning sickness?”

  Danielle look at Monica, and a strange expression crossed her face. “No,” she said. “It’s not.”

  Monica shrugged. “It looks like morning sickness to me. But if you’re sure, honey, maybe you need to have it checked out.”

  “Maybe I will,” Danielle said tightly. She was clearly uncomfortable. I watched Monica nod and excuse herself, walking away to get back to work. I looked at Danielle again. Her reaction had been very strange.

  “You should get your things,” I said.

  Danielle nodded and turned toward the office. She collected her phone and her bag, and I walked her to the elevator. I wanted to step into the elevator with her when it arrived, but she turned to me, blocking my way.

  “I’ll be fine, Rodney. Thank you.”

  I had wanted to walk her all the way to her car to be sure she was all right, but Danielle didn’t want me to look after her. Maybe that was my fault for pushing her away. I didn’t like it.

  “Let me know how you are doing later today,” I said. “And we’ll talk about you coming in tomorrow.”

  Danielle nodded. “I’ll let you know,” she said.

  She stepped into the elevator and pushed the button for the lobby. She stood alone in the elevator as the doors slid closed, and she was gone. I stared at the closed doors for a moment before turning and walking back to my office.

  Everything was a mess right now. Things between Danielle and me were off, she wasn’t feeling well, and I didn’t have the liberty or the right to take care of her, not after I had pushed her away.

  She was distant from me now, switched off. I should have been happy about it—I had wanted her to stop trying to seduce me after all—but I hadn’t wanted her to be so distant from me. I had wanted things to go back to the way they used to be between us before we had slept together.

  That would be impossible. I knew that now. I should have known this would happen. There was no going back to the way things were. If I hadn’t been drunk that night when I had come home to her looking so damn sexy on my couch, I might have handled it differently. I had fantasized about her many times before we had done the deed, but I had never acted on it because I had known Danielle was off limits.

  She should have stayed off limits. I should have practiced better self-control. I should have stopped after the first time and tried to do damage control. We ended up sleeping together not once, but three times.

  If anyone was the idiot in this equation, it was me.

  But there was nothing I could do to change the way things were. I had made my choices–albeit stupid ones–and I couldn’t undo the past.

  Maybe I could have ignored what had happened and moved on if I hadn’t developed feelings for Danielle. That was the damn problem. My emotions had influenced the choices I made when I’d asked her to stop being the way she was and when I had threatened her with HR. I cared for her now, and seeing her this distant hurt me on a different level than just a sexual rejection would have.

  I sighed, swiveling my chair toward the windows that looked out over Manhattan and wondered how the hell I had gotten here. I knew the answer to that. I had followed my dick, and my heart had gotten involved. That was what had happened with Chrissy as well, although it hadn’t been as complicated with her. But I had lost her, even when I had done everything right.

  Now, I was going through the same thing again, even when the circumstances were completely different.

  Love was always a fucker, wasn’t it?

  Chapter Twenty two

 
Danielle

  “How many times do I have to do this?” I asked, sitting on the toilet. I peed on my fourth pregnancy test stick, and I felt sick to my stomach about what the results had been so far.

  “I don’t know, Dani,” Lisa said from the bedroom. “I feel like you’ve passed the point where it might be a false positive.”

  I groaned. “That’s not what I want to hear,” I wailed.

  Lisa didn’t respond to that. I replaced the cap on the pregnancy test and put it on the counter before washing my hands. This wasn’t going well at all.

  After Monica had mentioned morning sickness, I had gotten a terribly hollow feeling in my stomach. Earlier that morning, I had noticed my period was later than usual. A lot later.

  I had hoped it was only stress-related or an irregular period. Even though I had never been irregular in my life, I had been sexually active recently, and what Monica said made the most sense. I hadn’t wanted it to be that straightforward.

  So, I had spent the day throwing up and wondering what the hell was happening to me. Finally, I decided to take a pregnancy test. If it came out negative, I wouldn’t be so stressed anymore. I had bought a test and taken it. Everyone at home had been out–my mom at the office and my dad at the golf course or something.

  When it had come out positive, I had thrown up again, as if my body had tried to tell me, “I told you so.” I had gone to the pharmacy and picked up three more tests before heading to Lisa’s place. I hadn’t forgotten to text my dad that I was going there. I didn’t need him calling around to find me again. I had enough stress in my life as it was.

  “What am I going to do?” I asked, sitting next to Lisa on the bed while we waited for the fourth test to do its magic. I stared at the three tests on the bed that all gave me a big fat positive and hoped to God the last one would tell me something else. I needed it to give me a shred of hope to cling onto.

  “I think you need to accept it for what it is,” Lisa said. “You can only take so many tests. You should think about what you want to do about it. Like if you want to get rid of it or keep it or give it up, you know?”

  My head swam. These were decisions I wasn’t ready to make. I hadn’t expected to have to think about these things at this stage in my life.

  “Time’s up,” Lisa said, looking at her watch.

  I sighed and walked back to the bathroom. I was sure of what the result would be. There wasn’t much chance of it being anything else than positive. But when I looked at the pregnancy test and saw the proof that it was positive, a feeling of dread settled in my stomach, even though I had expected it.

  “Positive,” I said, coming out of the bathroom and showing Lisa. I felt like I wanted to cry.

  “You’re sure it’s Rodney’s baby?” Lisa asked.

  I nodded somberly. “I haven’t slept with anyone else in the past six months. There’s no way it can’t be his. God, things are so bad between us right now.” I covered my face with my hands and took a shaky breath.

  “Are you going to tell him?” Lisa asked.

  I scrubbed my hands down my face. “I don’t know,” I admitted. “I have no idea what to do. This is a big mess.”

  Lisa nodded, unable to give me any friendly advice that would make me feel better. She had to admit that things looked bleak for me.

  My phone rang in the bag I had packed for the night, and I squeezed my eyes shut.

  “Want to bet that’s Rodney?”

  Lisa didn’t respond. I found my phone in my bag. I’d been right. Rodney’s name flashed on the caller ID. No doubt, he wanted to know if I could make it to the office tomorrow. I doubted he wanted to know anything else. He had made it clear our working relationship was all that would exist between us.

  “Yeah?” I answered.

  “Are you all right?” he asked.

  I thought about the four positive pregnancy tests. “I’ll live,” I said.

  “Where are you?”

  I hesitated. Why did it matter where I was? “I’m at Lisa’s place,” I answered carefully. I glanced up at Lisa. She came closer, leaning in so she could hear the conversation.

  “Can I come see you?” Rodney asked. “I’d like to talk to you.”

  I glanced at Lisa, who nodded. She wanted me to speak to him about my pregnancy tests and tell him I was carrying his child. I wasn’t sure if I was ready for this. I had only just found out that my whole world would be turned upside down. But if not now, then when?”

  “All right,” I said. “I’ll send you the address.”

  When we ended the call, I looked at Lisa.

  “I can’t do this,” I said.

  Lisa hugged me. “It’s going to be fine. No matter what happens, you’re not in this alone. Whether or not you have Rodney by your side, you’ll always have me.”

  I nodded. Lisa was an amazing friend. Loud, outspoken, and sometimes too lazy for her own good, but loyal to a fault, and that was what I needed right now.

  “Thank you for going through this with me,” I said.

  Lisa smiled. “Of course. That’s what friends are for. Besides, if you do decide to keep it, I’m totally cool with being the crazy aunt.”

  I groaned. “God, I can’t even think about that right now. Let’s just get through this one step at a time.”

  Fifteen minutes later, Rodney rang the intercom, and Lisa buzzed him in. My stomach was in knots when she opened the door for him.

  Lisa looked Rodney up and down when he stepped into the apartment, and I knew she was judging him. I would only know what her final verdict was after he left.

  “How are you feeling?” Rodney asked after introducing himself to Lisa. He walked to me, and we sat down on Lisa’s couch together.

  “Fine,” I said. “Up and down.” That was the understatement of the year.

  Rodney nodded and looked at his hands like he was trying to find the right words.

  “Can I ask you something?” he asked.

  I shrugged.

  “Why didn’t you want me to walk you out to your car earlier today?”

  I frowned. Rodney didn’t seem to understand what was going on.

  “I’m not about to let you be all gallant when you’re blowing hot and cold about where we stand,” I said

  Rodney shook his head. “Being friends isn’t a bad thing.”

  I sighed. “We both know we’re not going to be able to be friends again, Rodney. Not after everything that’s happened. I’m afraid now it’s all or nothing.”

  Rodney was silent for a moment, nodding to acknowledge my words but with nothing to say in return. I was glad he didn’t counter me or try to debate it. I wasn’t in the mood for an argument.

  “When Monica brought your water today and asked if it was morning sickness,” Rodney started, and I knew where he was going with it. “Are you pregnant?”

  I sighed and felt precariously close to crying. I stood up and walked to the bedroom where I scooped the fourth pregnancy test from the bed and carried it back to the living room. I held it out to Rodney who took it and blinked down at it as if he wasn’t sure what he was holding.

  Lisa stood quietly in the corner, watching our interaction. I glanced at her, and she shrugged almost imperceptibly. She had no idea where this was going to go, either.

  Rodney closed his eyes for a moment before putting the test down on the coffee table and standing up.

  “Excuse me,” he said and walked to the front door. He closed it behind him, and Lisa and I were left alone.

  “What the hell was that?” Lisa asked.

  “I think he’s going outside to freak out. You know, because he doesn’t want to lose his shit where we can see. Because I’m pretty sure that’s what’s happening.”

  Lisa nodded. I pulled my knees up to my chest on the couch and hugged my legs. I had no idea what was going to happen, or how Rodney would react when he came back inside. If he came back inside. A small part of me was terrified that he would leave altogether, and I would really be in this
alone. Lisa had said she had my back, but it was different if Rodney ditched me. What would I do then?

  “It’s going to be fine, Danielle,” Lisa said, but she sounded hesitant, as if she didn’t believe her own words.

  It felt like forever before the front door opened and Rodney stepped back into the apartment. Lisa glanced at me as if she wanted confirmation, wanting me to let her know if I needed her to stay.

  “I’ll be in the room if you need me,” Lisa said. “Let me give you some privacy.”

  I nodded. Rodney stayed standing at the door as if he was nervous to come closer.

  “I’m sorry,” I said, and I couldn’t hold back the tears. All the panic and stress that had built up all day finally spilled over, and I wasn’t able to keep my mask up anymore.

  When I started crying, Rodney shook his head. “Hey,” he said, walking to me, and his voice was gentle. He didn’t sound upset. “It’s okay.”

  “It’s really not,” I said, tears streaming down my cheeks.

  “It’s not ideal right now, but don’t be sorry. You didn’t do this any more than I did, and I know it wasn’t planned.”

  I tried to swallow down my tears, but I couldn’t. Now that I had started crying, I couldn’t seem to stop. Were my hormones already acting up? It was common knowledge that pregnant women cried easily. God, I didn’t want to be one of them. I didn’t want to be pregnant, for that matter.

  Rodney put his hand carefully on my leg as if he was nervous I would bite.

  “What do you want to do?” he asked. “With the baby, I mean.”

  I looked up at him. I hadn’t had a lot of time to think about it, but my first reaction was not to get rid of the baby, no matter how much I knew it would change my life.

  “I want to keep it,” I said.

  Rodney’s eyes widened a little.

  “You don’t have to be a part of this,” I added quickly. I didn’t want him to tell me that I had to get rid of it. He couldn’t make that decision for me.

  “No, no,” Rodney said. “We’re in this together, and if you want to keep the baby, then I’ll be there for you.”