Page 30 of Accidental Theirs (Alpha Billionaire Daddies #6)

Chapter Twenty-Six

SEBASTIAN

I’ve never considered myself the jealous type. Even with Sophie. Possessive? Sure. What’s mine is mine. But jealous? Jealousy comes from insecurity, and I’m pretty goddamn secure by my age.

But when it comes to Olivia....

She and Damien are flirting and making goo-goo eyes at each other every chance they get. You could cut the sexual tension with a knife. Every board meeting it’s just hot stares and yearning glances.

And I, for one, am over it.

“Of course, they’d show up together,” I mutter, not paying attention to who else is around me.

“Of course.”

The voice surprises me, and I look up to see Dominic, his brow furrowed as he glares at Damien.

“You, too?”

“I can’t fucking stand him.”

Oh? A common enemy?

Or are we enemies? The lines are getting pretty blurred, it seems .

“So, what do we do about it?”

Dominic shrugs as the meeting ends and everyone exits. He watches Olivia as she waits about three minutes before leaving after Damien.

Dominic’s eyes narrow. “There’s nothing we can do. He’s in the running for father of her baby, therefore, he’s in the running with her.”

“Well… we are, too, right?”

“She’s certainly not acting like it.”

There’s more than just insecurity lurking under Dominic’s thinly veiled hatred of Damien. There’s something like rage, and something tells me I don’t want to see that get out.

Dominic might be more dangerous than he seems, and all’s fair in love and war.

“So, then why don’t we play her game?” I suggest, and Dominic’s brown eyes shoot to mine.

“Her game?”

“She’s moving on, right? Exploring her options? Why don’t we do that? We have options.”

In fact, I have a backlog of numbers I haven’t dialed in a while...

But the way I’m feeling, I’ll need a drink or three to call them up.

“So what, we go out and pick up women?”

“Why not? What’s stopping you?”

His throat works. “I’m in love with her.”

Join the club.

But I’m not stupid enough to say that out loud.

I clap him on the shoulder. “Does it seem like she feels the same way?”

His face darkens, and I back away, but after a moment he nods fiercely. “You’re right. Where do we go to pick up women?”

“I know a couple of places. ”

So, that’s how me and Dominic Hayes ended up going to a local club called Youth. The crowd is certainly young, closer to Dominic and Olivia’s age than mine.

But I’m branching out, right?

“How am I supposed to pick up women when I can’t hear myself think?” Dominic yells about an hour later.

“Drink more!” I shove a glass of what appears to be whiskey at him.

The room is spinning already, and I’m not sure I should drink anymore. But the drinks keep coming, courtesy of a little redheaded bartender named Aimee, with two e’s, she was sure to tell me.

She’s cute enough, but there’s something off about the way her eyes are spaced or maybe it’s that they’re cornflower blue instead of pale green.

Plenty of women come up to me. A couple of them even put their numbers into my phone, and if I so much as winked at one of them, I could have them in my bed.

But I can’t seem to do anything but stand there and drink.

Dominic is doing much of the same and after a blur of time I can’t remember no matter how I try, I find myself with a microphone in hand.

This is strange for two reasons. A. I can’t carry a tune in a bucket, and B. I don’t do karaoke.

But yet here I am, belting out classic rock with Dominic’s shoulder socked up next to mine.

“Gonna call her.” Dominic’s words are beyond slurred, and it takes me a moment to realize what he’s saying.

I clutch at him like a lifeline, fumbling with his phone.

It drops to the ground, but he picks it up without falling over.

Impressive.

“You shouldn’t.” I’m not sure it even comes out coherent .

We’re standing outside now, and I gulp in cold air to try and ground myself.

The next thing I remember, a stern-faced Olivia is shoving me into the backseat of her car.

She closes the door nearly on my foot.

Dominic sways in the front seat. “I’m going to be sick.”

“Oh, no, you’re not,” Olivia manages before Dominic opens the door and throws up onto the street.

She sighs heavily but goes to hold his hair back. It’s sweet, really.

Jealousy boils in my stomach, and I wonder if I’m going to be sick next.

Somehow, we make it to her apartment, and I’m proud to be the more sober one, making it as far as her couch before falling facedown on it.

Dominic heads directly for her bed, the bastard, but Olivia grabs him, tugs him toward the guest room.

“Oh, no, you don’t. You don’t get to cuddle up with me after you went out and got shitfaced.”

“Liv,” he mumbles. “Don’t. I love you.”

“Those words mean nothing when you’ve got whiskey coming out of your pores.” She shoves him into the guest room, shutting the door.

I grin at her from the couch, and there are two of her but she shakes her head, smiling lightly.

“You got a good excuse for getting so drunk?”

I shake my head. “Not this time.”

She sits down on the couch, exasperated. “How did you two even end up out together in the first place?”

I shrug. “Guess we were both tired of seeing you and Damien do your little mating dance.”

Her eyes widen. “Our what?”

“You two. You’re dancing around each other like you’re falling in love. ”

“Maybe we are,” she says softly, and my heart clenches in my chest.

“Don’t say that.”

I curse the alcohol in my system for making those words come out instead of staying hidden in my mind.

“Why not, Mr. Casual?” she teases, but I’m not in the mood.

“Because…” I pull her closer, tugging her into my lap on the couch.

She squeals but doesn’t protest.

“I want you for myself.”

She sighs. “What if I’m just not that type of girl? Not the one-guy woman type, you know?”

“Then I want you anyway. Any way I can have you.”

She looks at me curiously and then laughs, looking away. “You won’t remember this in the morning.”

“Probably for the best.”

I rub my fingers down her hipbone, and she shivers.

I kiss along her neck, but I’m far too drunk to be amorous, and my eyelids are drooping before I know it.

I’m falling in love with you.

Thank God I think it and don’t say it before falling into a blissfully dreamless sleep.