Triplet Babies for the Billionaire (Happy Ever Alpha Daddies)

3. Chapter Three

Chapter Three

Blossom

It’s been a month since that night with Noah.

I keep replaying it over and over in my mind: how he kissed me, how he made me feel things I haven’t felt in years.

Still, it’s not just the sex.

There’s something about him, something that keeps me up at night, turning over every little detail of that evening in my head.

Was it just lust, or something more?

I can’t help but wonder if I’ll see him again.

The thought of him lingers in my mind constantly, no matter how much I try to focus on other things.

I’m standing in the shower, water rushing over my skin as I attempt to shake off the thoughts of him.

I focus on the steamy sensation as the water pours down my back, trying to calm my nerves for the day ahead. It’s my first day at the Hudson Hotel, and my stomach is doing somersaults.

Amy managed to pull some strings and get me the bartending job I’ve been dreaming of. Finally, a steady income to support my photography aspirations.

But the problem? The one thing that keeps nagging at me like a constant itch?

Noah.

Last night, I dreamed about him again.

I relived the way his lips felt, the way his hands traced the lines of my body, his voice, low, teasing, whispering things that made me blush in my sleep.

I shake my head, trying to clear my thoughts.

Today isn’t about him .

Today is about my job, my career, my future.

I can’t get distracted.

I leave the apartment and step out into the cold New York morning, my breath fogging in front of me. The city’s alive with noise, the air thick with a thousand different smells: coffee, exhaust fumes, and the sharp tang of city grime.

I pull my coat tighter around me as I make my way to the subway station. The steps are crowded with people moving in all directions, some rushing, some barely moving, but all of us connected by the constant hum of the city.

As I descend underground, the smell changes, becoming musty, stale, with a bit of mold mixed into the faint scent of sweat and stale air. The subway station is dingy, a far cry from the polished hotel I’m about to start working at.

I feel a slight shiver run down my spine as I wait for the train, my shoes tapping impatiently on the cracked floor.

A homeless man sits in the corner, his head resting against the wall, a sign held in front of him saying, "Anything helps". I dig into my purse, pulling out a ten-dollar bill, and walk over to him. I drop it into his cup and give him a quick smile.

“I hope things get better for you,” I say quietly, before moving back toward the train tracks.

As I board the train, I tell myself I really should do more, volunteer, donate, help the community, but the doors close with a soft thud, and I push the thought aside. The subway starts moving, and I let myself focus on the rhythm of the tracks beneath my feet.

The train slows as we approach my stop.

Time to head to work.

I step off the subway, the scent of the city now mixing with the fresh air of Manhattan. My heart beats faster as I make my way toward the Hudson Hotel.

The building looms ahead, towering over me with its mirrored windows that reflect the bright morning sun. The white pillars out front give it a stately, almost regal look, and I feel a thrill of excitement in my chest as I approach the entrance.

The logo is etched into the glass doors, bold, elegant, and unmistakable. Hudson Hotel. The kind of place I could only dream of working at just a few months ago. Now, it’s all within my reach.

As I walk through the doors, the lobby greets me with a blast of cool air, and my footsteps echo across the opulent marble floors.

The space is vast, with crystal chandeliers hanging above me, casting a warm, golden light that makes everything sparkle. The polished wood of the reception desk shines beneath the soft glow, and there are fresh bouquets of flowers placed strategically around the space, their subtle floral scent adding to the elegant atmosphere.

Everything is just so elegantly beautiful.

So perfect.

It’s everything I’ve been working toward.

And I can't help but feel a sense of accomplishment, even as nerves twist in my stomach.

This is it.

My first real bartending job at a fancy hotel.

And I’m going to crush it.

I approach the front desk, my shoes clicking against the marble floor. A young woman with dark hair and bright red lipstick looks up from her computer. She greets me with a professional smile.

“Hi! I’m Blossom Bennett. I’m here to start my first day of work.” My voice sounds steadier than I feel, but I force a smile as I give her my name.

The woman nods. “Of course! Welcome to the Hudson. I’m Tanya. Let me show you where the employee area is.”

I follow Tanya through the lobby, trying to keep my composure. This is a real job. I can’t act star-struck.

We walk down a narrow hallway to a set of staff elevators, and as the doors open, Tanya steps aside and gestures for me to enter first.

When the elevator doors slide open on the top floor, Tanya leads me into an office area. There’s a quick exchange of greetings with a few other staff members, and then Tanya stops in front of a large office door, her hand on the knob.

“Right through here,” she says with a smile. “Noah Hudson will be with you in just a moment.”

My breath catches.

Noah Hudson.

The name echoes in my mind, and my stomach flips.

No. It can’t be.

As the door opens, I step inside, and there he is.

Noah.

He’s standing behind a desk, looking as polished and commanding as ever.

His icy blue eyes lock onto mine, and for a moment, the world stands still.

I’m stunned.

Shocked.

How is it him? The man from the wedding. The man who’s haunted my thoughts for the last month.

“Noah?” I say, barely above a whisper.

He looks up, his face momentarily blank before his expression shifts into something unreadable.

“Well, well...Blossom,” his voice is smooth, his gaze sharp.

I stand in the doorway, frozen, as Noah looks up at me from behind his desk. He’s exactly how I remember him: distant, commanding, and just as impossibly attractive as he was that night.

His eyes flicker with recognition, and for a moment, the room feels too small.

Too tight.

“Blossom,” he says, his voice smooth and neutral. I force myself to smile. “What a coincidence.”

“Well, uh, it’s nice to see you again,” I say, struggling to keep my voice even. Nice? What the hell? “I didn’t know...I didn’t expect this.”

He stands up slowly, adjusting his cufflinks, like he’s suddenly in full boss mode. “Neither did I, but here we are,” he replies with a tight smile. “Look, I’m going to be training you today. The manager’s out handling something, so you’ll be working with me.”

Oh. Great.

I try to swallow the lump in my throat. This is my first day, and he’s the one training me? The guy who I’ve been obsessively thinking about for the last month? The guy I—no, I can’t go there. Not now.

“Sure,” I say, clearing my throat. “I’m ready.”

The tension between us is palpable, but we both do our best to keep things professional. He leads me into the bar area and starts explaining the job: how to stock the bar, what drinks to expect to make on a regular basis, how the staff work together.

His voice is businesslike, but every time his hand brushes near mine as he hands me something, I feel a little jolt of awareness that sends me spinning.

I keep my eyes on the task at hand, trying to ignore the fact that this is the man I spent the night with.

I need to focus.

We spend the rest of the day working together, and I’m silently freaking out the entire time. It’s hard to concentrate on the job when every time Noah is near me, my mind flashes back to that night.

The kiss, the chemistry, his hands on me.

His voice, that deep, commanding tone.

I can’t stop thinking about it.

Every time he gives me a brief instruction, I feel a rush of heat.

Every time his eyes meet mine, something twists in my chest.

We’re restocking the bar when our hands nearly touch. It’s a simple move, just passing a bottle between us, but the proximity is enough to make my heart race. I freeze, my breath catching in my throat. The brief brush of his skin against mine sends an electric jolt through me.

I almost turn beet red with embarrassment or heat, who knows which, but my body is reacting all its own.

I quickly look away, fumbling with the bottles in my hands to distract myself. What is wrong with me? Why am I reacting like this?

Noah doesn’t seem to notice.

He’s calm, collected, like he’s been doing this forever.

But I can’t focus. He’s not just some regular guy anymore.

He’s Noah Hudson , the man I had a ridiculously hot night with. And now, I have to work for him.

He’s even more captivating in the light of day. And I’m losing it.

The shift finally ends, and I’m walking out of the hotel, my mind in complete chaos. I’m trying to keep it together, but the fact that Noah is my boss is making my head spin. How am I supposed to tell Amy about this? The suave guy I hooked up with is in charge of me now.

I step onto the subway, leaning against the pole near the door as the train rattles toward my stop. My hands grip the strap of my bag tightly as I try to focus on anything other than the fact that I spent a whole shift with Noah, and it was both incredibly professional and incredibly... not professional.

My mind races. What am I supposed to do now? Should I quit? Should I find another job? But the idea of being jobless in New York—the thought terrifies me. I can’t just throw away this opportunity because I made a mistake and slept with my boss before I even knew that he was my boss.

But how am I supposed to look him in the eye tomorrow? How do I go back to work with the man who somehow lives rent free in every part of my brain right now?

I close my eyes, pressing my palms to my face.

The subway train screeches as it slows to a stop, and I know one thing for sure: I’m in way deeper than I thought.