Triplet Babies for the Billionaire (Happy Ever Alpha Daddies)

20. Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty

Blossom

That trip was over way too fast.

Back home, making my way downstairs to the front desk, I feel the quiet of the morning settle onto my shoulders.

The bar’s been waiting for a delivery, and I want to make sure it’s arrived. The desk clerk is clicking away at the computer, but when she notices me, she looks up with a distracted smile.

“Hi, Blossom,” she greets me. “What can I do for you today?”

“Hey,” I reply, trying to sound casual. “I’m just checking in on that delivery for the bar. Has it come through yet?”

Before she can answer, I hear Noah’s voice behind me.

I turn to see him walking toward the counter, his expression sharp and focused as usual.

“Blossom, I was just coming to ask about the same thing,” he says, and I smile, relieved that we’re both on the same page.

The front desk girl, Stephie, starts typing away at her computer, searching through the orders, but just as she’s about to say something, Noah’s phone rings. His expression changes immediately: his eyes harden, and he answers the phone without a word.

“Please come to the private parking garage,” the voice on the other end says urgently. I don’t need to hear anything more to know that something’s wrong.

Noah hangs up abruptly, his jaw clenched with anger. “Excuse me,” he mutters, storming off toward the back door. I feel my stomach drop. What now?

My heart is pounding in my chest as I watch Noah hurry off, and instinctively, I start to follow him. My feet carry me quickly behind him, but he glances back and holds up a hand.

“No, Blossom,” he says, his voice low and firm. “Stay here.”

I hesitate, feeling the anxiety rise in my chest. “Who’s out there, Noah? What’s going on?” I press, my voice trembling slightly.

He hesitates for a moment, then glances at me. “Zack,” he says through gritted teeth. “My guards already have him. You don’t need to be involved in this.”

The moment he says Zack’s name, I feel a cold wave of dread wash over me.

Of course, it’s him. I knew this was going to happen.

I don’t even think twice before following him toward the back parking garage.

Noah shoots me a look, but I can see the tension in his body.

He knows there’s no way I’m staying behind.

We reach the door to the utility garage, and when it opens, I see Noah’s security team holding Zack.

My stomach churns as I take in his disheveled, furious appearance.

Noah smirks, stepping forward with a cold, knowing gaze. “Guess you must be a glutton for punishment, Zack. This is getting old.”

Zack’s eyes flicker with anger and he spits on the ground in front of Noah, the action sharp and purposeful, as he glares at him. “I wanted to confront you, man to man. But your hotel’s secured like the fucking White House, apparently. Couldn’t even get close to you.”

My heart is pounding, my stomach still twisting at the sight of Zack. He’s not even a shadow of the man I thought I knew. He’s reckless, out of control—and I’m done with it. Done with him.

Noah steps forward, his eyes narrowing. “This is it, Zack. I’m not taking any more chances with you. You’ve pushed me too far.” He pulls out his phone and starts typing, not even glancing at Zack anymore.

I feel the anger surge through me. The audacity of Zack to show up here, trying to make this into something it’s not—it makes me sick. I thought I was finally free from him, but he just won’t stay away.

Zack huffs, rolling his shoulders. “You don’t get it, Noah. I’m not going anywhere. You think you’re just going to keep me away forever?”

Noah’s jaw tightens, and he taps a number into his phone.

“I’m done with you,” Noah says, his voice cold. "This is the last time you set foot on my property, Zack."

Noah’s fingers fly over his phone as he dials the police. The seconds stretch, the tension building like a balloon about to burst. I can’t stop watching Zack, his face twisted in disbelief, his eyes darting between Noah and the two security guards holding him in place.

“I’ve called the police,” Noah says, his voice low. “You’re not leaving until they get here.”

Zack’s face hardens, his jaw tightening with frustration. “You’re wasting your time. You think calling the cops is going to scare me?”

Within minutes, the police arrive, sirens blaring, lights flashing.

The officers quickly move in, ready to arrest Zack for trespassing.

The sight of the officers makes my heart race.

This is really happening.

“Blossom,” Noah says, turning to me. “I’ll make sure you press harassment and stalking charges in connection with the break-in. You don’t have to worry about him anymore.”

I take a deep breath, the weight of the situation sinking in. “I want him out of my life, Noah. I’m pressing charges. I’m done.”

Zack curses under his breath, his face reddening as he glares at both of us. “I knew you never loved me, Blossom,” he spits out. “You just wanted to throw me away like everyone else.”

I step closer, my voice cold but steady. “I did love you, Zack. I loved you more than you loved yourself, and that’s why I left.”

The police move in to cuff him, and as they take him away, I finally feel the weight of his presence lifting off my chest.

After the police drive off with Zack, I feel like I can finally breathe. The worry over his presence, his threats, the constant fear of him coming back: it’s all gone.

I turn to Noah, my eyes meeting his, and in that moment, there’s a sense of relief between us. He’s the reason I’m standing here, feeling safe. He’s the reason I’m not running from my past anymore. He’s the protector I never knew I needed, but now I can’t imagine life without him.

“You okay?” he asks softly, his gaze warm but intense.

I nod, smiling despite myself. “Yeah. I’m okay now.”

Noah pulls out his phone and dials his lawyer, speaking in quiet, measured tones. “I need an appointment set up for Blossom. She’s pressing charges. Harassment, stalking...the whole nine. Let’s get this done.”

I listen to him as he takes charge, setting everything into motion. The professional part of him comes through, and I can’t help but feel a wave of gratitude wash over me. He’s not just here for me in the easy moments. He’s here for the tough stuff, too.

When he hangs up, I reach for his hand, squeezing it gently. “Thank you, Noah. For everything.”

He smiles down at me, his thumb brushing over my knuckles. “You don’t need to thank me. I told you, I’ll always protect you. Always.”

And in that moment, I believe him.

He’s not just the man I’m falling for.

He’s the man who’s going to stand by me, no matter what.

We walk side by side to Nicole’s office, the air between us light, filled with relief. Zack is finally out of the picture, and the sense of freedom is intoxicating. We step inside the office, but the empty desk tells us she’s not here.

“She must have stepped out,” Noah says, glancing around.

I nod, already knowing where she is. “She’s probably in her apartment,” I reply, a grin spreading across my face. “Come on, let’s tell her.”

We head toward the elevators, still riding the high of the day’s events. There’s a spring in my step, the kind that comes with knowing that you’ve taken control of your life again.

I can’t wait to share the news with Nicole. It feels like a victory, not just for me, but for all of us.

When we reach the top floor, I press the doorbell with a smile on my face, eager to tell Nicole about what happened.

As we wait, I feel Noah’s presence beside me, steady and warm. He’s been nothing but supportive today, and it’s in these little moments that I realize just how much I’m starting to rely on him.

The door creaks open, but before we can say anything, we hear voices inside: Nicole’s voice, low and intimate, and another voice that I immediately recognize as Amy’s.

Noah and I exchange a quick glance, both of us surprised by the sound of voices coming from inside. We don’t want to intrude, but curiosity bubbles up in me. Nicole’s voice is softer than usual, almost vulnerable.

“I don’t know what to do,” Nicole says, and there’s a slight tremor in her voice that I’ve never heard before. “I’ve been feeling something for you for a while, Amy. And I can’t ignore it anymore.”

Amy’s voice is hesitant, unsure. “Nicole, I— I don’t know. I care about you, I do, but you’re my boss. This is...complicated.”

I can feel the weight of their words, their emotions hanging in the air. I’m rooted to the spot, unable to move, knowing I’m intruding on something deeply personal.

I glance at Noah, whose eyes are wide with shock. I see his expression softening as he listens, too.

Nicole speaks again, her voice more confident. “I don’t want this to be complicated, Amy. I just want to be honest with you. I like you. More than I should, maybe. But I can’t keep pretending I don’t feel it.”

Amy’s silence stretches on, and I can hear the subtle change in her breathing. “I think I feel the same way, Nicole. But I’m scared. I work for you. And I don’t know if this...whatever this is...is real.”

My heart beats faster as I listen, my eyes flicking back to Noah. We’re both taken aback by the seriousness of this conversation, a moment between Nicole and Amy that feels too private to interrupt.

As Nicole’s words hang in the air, I feel a strange mixture of emotions. Part of me wants to knock on the door, to burst in and tell them we’re here, but another part of me respects the vulnerability I’m witnessing.

This isn’t something they’ve shared with anyone else.

It feels like a moment that should be theirs.

Noah and I exchange a look, and without saying a word, we both quietly step away from the door, retreating down the hallway. We walk back toward the elevator in silence.

I glance over at Noah, unsure of what to say. I’ve never seen him this quiet, and I don’t know if it’s because of what we overheard or if it’s just the stress of everything that’s happened today.

“It’s kind of wild, isn’t it?” I say softly, breaking the silence. “I had no idea Nicole felt that way about Amy.”

Noah nods, his eyes thoughtful. “Yeah, me neither. But I get it. I think Amy’s been feeling the same way. It’s hard, being in that situation, not knowing if what you’re feeling is real.”

We ride the elevator down, both of us a little more aware of the complicated dynamics of relationships. When we reach my floor, I glance over at him, and a small smile plays on his lips.

“I’m glad we didn’t interrupt,” he says quietly. “They need to figure that out on their own.”

I smile back at him. “Yeah, they do.”

We part ways for the day, each of us with something new to think about.