Triplet Babies for the Billionaire (Happy Ever Alpha Daddies)

12. Chapter Twelve

Chapter Twelve

Blossom

Amy and I are packed onto the subway, the crowd of commuters pushing us closer together.

I feel her elbow bump against mine as we both stand, holding onto the metal poles. Her face is full of curiosity as she looks over at me, her voice lowering a bit.

"So, has Zack been bothering you anymore?" she asks, her tone not as casual as she probably means it to be.

I glance down at my phone, almost instinctively. "I blocked his number," I say, almost with relief. "Haven't heard from him since."

Amy grins, a proud smile spreading across her face. "Good! Good for you, Blossom. Fuck him !"

The words feel empowering, and a weight lifts from my chest. It’s like, in one action, I’ve finally cut off the last tie to that part of my life. For the first time in weeks, I don’t feel the constant nagging worry that he’s going to show up somewhere, or try to get under my skin. I can breathe a little easier now.

Amy laughs and gives me a side hug as the train jerks to a stop. "Look at you, taking control! I'm proud of you."

I smile and shake my head, grateful for her support. "Thanks, Amy. Seriously."

The train pulls into our station, and we file out with the crowd. We walk toward the hotel, the weight of the morning behind me.

We start our shift just like every other day, busy, bustling, and full of guests from another conference. Today it’s bioengineering, so we’ve got a crowd of scientists and doctors at the bar. They’re discussing gene editing, CRISPR, and the latest breakthroughs like it’s all common knowledge.

I’m not exactly a biologist, but I can still keep up. I crack a joke about cutting-edge science—literally. The crowd laughs, even though it’s pretty corny. I’m good at reading the room, and sometimes a bad pun is exactly what they need to loosen up.

“Why did the biologist break up with the physicist?” I ask, putting down a freshly made cocktail.

“Why?” one of the doctors asks, a skeptical grin on his face.

“Because they had no chemistry !”

The joke lands perfectly, and a few of the guests chuckle, shaking their heads in amused disbelief. It’s the usual corny stuff, but when you’re surrounded by a bunch of scientists, you’ve gotta have fun with them.

Amy pours a drink beside me, shaking her head. "God, you're the worst," she says, but her smile betrays her.

“Hey, it works,” I laugh, sliding another drink across the counter to a guest. “What do you expect? I’m here to entertain.”

The crowd continues to banter with us, and for the next few hours, it feels like things are running smoothly.

I’m behind the bar, wiping down the counter, when I notice the bar area has started to fill up again. As usual, I’m multitasking, pouring drinks, checking orders, and clearing empty glasses off tables. I move to one of the tables near the back, collecting dirty glassware, when I feel a tap on my shoulder.

I turn around, expecting to see Amy, but instead, my heart drops.

It’s Zack.

“Hey, babe,” he says, his grin wide and crazy, like he doesn’t see the confusion, and the panic in my eyes. His dark ashy brown hair is slightly messy, his coffee brown eyes locked on mine with a gleam of something I don’t want to understand.

I freeze, my heart pounding in my chest as I try to steady my breath. “What the hell are you doing here?” I ask, my voice coming out in a strangled gasp.

He steps closer, his hand reaching for my shoulder, his grip too tight. “I need to talk to you,” he says, voice almost pleading.

I instinctively step back, shaking my head. “No. You don’t need to talk to me. We’re done, Zack.”

I try to push his hand off me, but his grip tightens. “Please, just hear me out,” he says, ignoring my resistance.

“Zack, let go!” I demand, trying to free myself from his grasp, but he won’t let go.

The pressure from Zack’s sudden appearance sends a wave of nausea through me. My head spins, and my knees start to buckle under me. I feel cold sweat prickling on my skin as my vision blurs for a moment.

Not now. Not here.

I desperately glance around the bar, trying to steady myself. My eyes land on the nearest trash can, and I feel my stomach lurch. I need to get away from him.

"Please, Zack. You don’t understand," I whisper, my voice wavering as I try to pull away from him again. The pressure in my chest rises as my stomach churns uncontrollably.

But he doesn’t seem to get it.

He’s still holding onto my shoulder, his fingers digging into my skin. My breathing is quick, uneven, and I can’t seem to shake the wave of nausea that’s crashing over me.

“Zack, let me go,” I manage, my voice shaking as the panic sets in. I’m so close to losing it, and I need him to just leave me alone .

I try to push him away again, but the dizziness is overwhelming now. My vision spins, and I feel like I might fall right here in front of the bar. My breath hitches, and I glance at the trash can again.

It’s too much. I’m going to lose it if I don’t get out of here.

The nausea finally becomes too much to bear, my stomach churning as I try to push Zack away. Before I can even say another word, the sickness overwhelms me. I can't stop it in time. I vomit all over the front of Zack's shirt.

He screams in disgust, a sharp, “FUCK!” as bile splatters on his clothes. He lets me go instantly, stumbling back as if he's been burned.

In the chaos of the moment, I don’t realize that Amy and Miguel have been screaming at Zack from behind the bar. "Get the hell off her!" Amy yells, her voice filled with rage. "Touch her again and I’ll—"

But before either of them can get any further, I hear another voice—louder, more commanding, cut through the tension.

Noah.

He steps in front of me like a wall, his eyes wide with shock at the sight of Zack, covered in my vomit. His face flickers between confusion and anger as he stands between me and Zack, towering over everyone.

“What the hell is going on here?” Noah’s voice is sharp, protective, and for a moment, it feels like he’s shielding me from the mess I’ve found myself in.

I feel a wave of embarrassment crash over me, but Noah doesn’t back down. He stands firm, ready to confront whatever happens next.

Zack stumbles back, still in shock at being covered in vomit, but his anger quickly takes over. His face flushes red, and he snarls, “You didn’t have to puke on me, you stupid bitch!” His voice cuts through the tension like a knife, venom dripping from his words.

I wince at the insult, my heart racing with both fear and fury. Amy, who’s shown up at my side to hold me steady, bristles, her fists clenched. “You better shut the hell up, Zack!” she snaps, moving toward him, ready to launch herself at him.

But before she can take another step, Noah’s hand shoots out, grabbing Zack by the collar and shoving him back. His expression is one of cold fury, and before anyone can stop it, Noah launches a punch right to Zack’s face.

Zack stumbles back, a sickening crack echoing through the bar as his nose breaks. He crumples to the ground, gasping for breath, blood streaming down his face. The bar falls silent for a second, everyone in shock at the turn of events.

Amy, still fuming, holds me close as I try to breathe, still reeling from the mess.

Noah steps back, his chest heaving as he glares down at Zack. “Don’t ever come near her again.”

Zack doesn’t even try to get up. He’s completely out of it, laying there as security rushes in to haul him away.

The next few minutes are a blur. Security grabs Zack, hauling him away as the rest of the bar watches in stunned silence.

I’m shaking, and I can’t stop crying, mortified at what just happened.

My stomach still churns, but now it’s the panic, the embarrassment, that’s overwhelming me. I never wanted any of this.

“I’m so sorry,” I say, my voice weak. “I never...I never meant for any of this to happen.”

Amy rubs my back gently, trying to calm me, her voice soft. “It’s okay, Bee. He deserved it. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

Noah stands beside us now, his hand on my shoulder as he looks down at me with concern. “I’m just happy you’re okay,” he says, his voice soft but firm. “That’s all that matters.”

I nod, wiping my eyes as I try to catch my breath.

“ That’s Zack , I take it?” Noah says quietly, his tone unreadable, but I hear the understanding in it.

I simply nod again. “Yeah,” I whisper.

He doesn’t say anything more, but his presence comforts me more than I expected. I feel safe with him, even in the middle of all this chaos.

As the situation calms down, I see Nicole talking to Amy near the back. Nicole’s voice is low and calming as she makes sure Amy is okay after getting involved in the altercation. Amy looks a little rattled but reassured, and when Nicole gently takes her arm to guide her toward the back, there’s something tender in Amy’s gaze.

She looks at Nicole like she’s grateful, almost relieved. I don’t know if it’s just the situation, or if it’s something more, but I can’t help but notice the connection between them.

I turn away from the scene feeling Noah’s firm hand on my back as he guides me toward the elevator. “Let’s get you cleaned up,” he says softly, his voice warm.

I hesitate for a moment, still shaken, but I nod. “Thank you,” I say, trying to steady my voice. “I don’t know what I would’ve done without you.”

“No need to thank me,” Noah replies, his gaze soft but intense. “You don’t need to worry about working for the rest of the shift. We’ll find someone to cover. You don’t need to think about it for one second.”

I let out a shaky breath, grateful for his care. I feel a little bit of peace settle over me. Maybe the night’s chaos hasn’t ended yet, but for now, I’m with someone who’s got my back.