Page 34 of Accidental Theirs (Alpha Billionaire Daddies #6)

Chapter Thirty

OLIVIA

I honestly cannot believe all three of them are in my apartment and no one is yelling or throwing things.

That first night had been so wonderful, but ever since, they’ve been at each other’s throats. Except for the other night with Sebastian and Dominic...

Have they been hanging out together? Talking about me?

The idea doesn’t exactly make me angry. In the back of my head, what Marie said keeps echoing.

All of them.

That’s what I want, at the end of the day, right?

But they’d never go for it. Especially Dominic. And I feel the same way about him as I did the first night I met him.

“How did you all get together to do this?”

“We came to each other. Wanted to help you,” Damien answers, but I can tell that’s not exactly the truth.

“And you found something?” Dread and anxiety sweep over me.

“Kind of.” Dominic pulls me into his arms, kissing the top of my head .

“We know it’s a woman.” Damien’s eyes pierce through me.

“A woman? Well, then it has to be that Rosalind.”

“I don’t know,” Damien hedges. “She was pretty, but not...”

I don’t like the way he trails off. “But what? Not as pretty as Rosalind?”

Damien huffs out a breath. “That’s not what I meant.”

“That’s what you said!”

“Who the hell is Rosalind and why are you so jealous of her?” Sebastian pipes up, groomed eyebrows raised.

“She’s just an employee,” Damien snaps, and Dominic raises his hands to stop the conversation.

“Please stop arguing.” He looks tired, worried, pale. I almost feel bad for him. “We have to work together to try and save Carter Holdings.”

I stare at Sebastian curiously. “Why are you doing this, Bash? You’ve got no dog in this fight. It’s not like Titan is going to fire you even if all of this comes out.”

He shrugs. “Like you said, I’ve got nothing to lose.”

I narrow my eyes. “There’s more to it than that.”

“I like you. A little. And I don’t want to date someone broke.”

I snort out a laugh. “Really?”

I lean toward him, and Dominic exhales hard from his nostrils.

“Really. I don’t want to see you out on the street. So, we’re going to figure this out.”

“Thank you. Thank all of you. But I just can’t believe you’re all getting along.”

“Getting along is relative,” Damien says flatly.

“Don’t know what you mean, kiddo. We’re practically best pals.” Sebastian puts an arm around Damien, and it looks like he’s putting an arm around a mannequin .

I laugh out loud. “I guess you’ve all come to some sort of truce?”

“Something like that,” Dominic murmurs.

“And?”

“And what?” Damien grins, and I stick out my tongue at him.

He smiles at me fondly before answering. “There’s nothing we can do until the baby is born. Until you make a choice.”

“Not me, I’m out of the running,” Sebastian mutters, and my heart falls.

I thought things between us were... different. I thought he cared. I wish there was a way I could tell them I have feelings for all of them without starting a fight.

But I have to bite my tongue. “Okay, well... I guess I’ll have some time to think about things. And otherwise, things go on as before?”

“Whatever you want, princess,” Damien teases, and it sends a shock of pleasure through my body.

“We’re going to take care of you and the baby, no matter what,” Sebastian assures me, sliding his hands down my bare arms.

He’s up close and personal and doesn’t seem to notice how Dominic is nearly growling at him, but I do, so I take a step back.

“You three should probably go.”

“Go? We just got here.” Sebastian takes another step forward, but Damien grabs his shoulder.

“The lady asked us to go.”

I smile at him gratefully, and Dominic, who had his arm around my waist the whole time, reluctantly pulls away.

They each leave, and I give a little wave, letting out a long breath before pulling out my phone and calling my best friends .

It’s after midnight, but they won’t care. They’re used to my dramatics, and it’s only gotten worse since I’ve gotten pregnant.

I start sniffling as soon as Roland answers the phone, and I’m grateful that he and Marie live close to each other.

“Oh, honey, we’ll be there soon.”

They arrive with snacks and chocolate, and I burst into tears as soon as they walk in the door. They envelop me in a group hug.

“What’s going on? Which of those brutes hurt your feelings?” Roland demands.

“None of them.” I pause. “All of them.”

“Tell us exactly what happened.” Marie leads me to the couch while Roland pours me a big glass of ice water and hands me the chocolates.

I pop one into my mouth and drink the water gratefully. I feel dehydrated because I cry all the time, anyway. Stupid hormones.

I explain everything , including my sweet moments with Sebastian and my jealousy of Rosalind and Damien.

“You’re really jealous?” Marie asks incredulously.

I pout. “I can’t help it. I don’t want him with anyone else. Any of them.”

“But you want all of them?”

I sigh. “I told you; it’s complicated.”

“That’s an understatement,” Roland pipes up.

“But that doesn’t mean your feelings aren’t valid,” Marie says quickly.

I give her a grateful smile. “Thank you for humoring my crazy.”

“Listen, I still think the harem idea is a good one?—”

Roland nearly snorts wine out of his nose at that, and we laugh until my stomach hurts .

I feel a lot better by the time I go to sleep, but my subconscious is a different story.

Damien sits in a chair, almost like a throne, shirtless, his bare back against the steel throne.

“Your majesty.” I kneel down before him, and then Sebastian is at my side, cupping my chin the way he always does and forcing me to look into his eyes.

“Is he?”

And then it’s Dominic on the throne, and Sebastian, and then Damien again, over and over until I’m dizzy and yelling for help.

I wake up in a cold sweat.

What the hell am I going to do?

The next morning, I avoid Damien like the plague. I don’t want to think of him shirtless on that throne, because it’s just going to make me want to jump him.

And sex is clearly complicating things. Even the dark tension between them the other night... it was kind of hot.

Maybe I should take a few steps back, really evaluate what I want.

All of them.

I huff, rifling through paperwork on my desk.

A knock sounds on my open-door jamb, and I look up to see Damien standing in the doorway.

He’s shucked off his suit jacket, and the white shirt stretches across his broad chest.

My mouth goes dry.

The vest on his three-piece suit leaves little to the imagination, too, and I bite my lip, flashbacks of the last time we were together flitting through my mind.

“Is something wrong?”

Damien shakes his head. “Nothing we can’t handle. I’ve been keeping an eye on Rosalind.”

Jealousy rockets through me.

I know it’s stupid and irrational, but Rosalind is pretty, and it seems like she and Damien have some kind of chemistry.

But since I’m seeing him and two other men, I have no right to be upset.

I roll my shoulders, trying to release some tension.

Damien gives me a withering look, his eyes intense. “Are you still worried about Rosalind?”

“I wouldn't say worried.”

Jealous, maybe. Crazy-jealous.

Damien takes a couple of steps toward me, and I don’t back away, just looking up at him.

“I don’t want anyone else but you.”

I bite my lip. “Is that true?”

“It’s very true.”

He looks so earnest, and I cup his face, patting his cheek.

“Good to know.”

Damien groans low in his throat, smirking slightly. “Is that all I get?”

“For now.”

“You’re driving me crazy, you know that?” His eyes flicker over my legs in my short skirt, and I grin.

“You can always walk away.”

“Like you don’t have a hold on me.”

“Do I?”

“You know you do, sweetheart.” He puts an arm around my waist, pulling me flush against him. “So, what are we going to do about it?”

I move away from him even as he protests. “I guess you’ll just have to wait and see.”

I feel almost giddy. I wish this could last forever, this push and pull.