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Stuck With My Three Hottie Bosses Chapter 133: Don’t Hide From Us

Donald’s kiss took my breath away, and when I told him to take a deep breath, I didn’t mean mine. I was so in love with this man that it was hard to see how I managed all these years without him. But even though his kiss was breathtaking and my heart was pounding in my chest, I still felt the pain of Amelia’s loss. So I broke the kiss, taking a step back, and saw the confusion in his eyes, quickly replaced by understanding. We needed each other, but we needed her too. We needed to show her how we truly felt. I took a deep breath and nodded at him.

“We stay calm no matter what she tells us. She is our main focus right now, and her feelings are our priority. We will get her back,” I said quietly, and he nodded.

His eyes, bloodshot from crying and exhaustion, still showed his strong determination and concern. I leaned in and gave him one more steady kiss before we turned back to her door. I knocked; there was no peephole, which annoyed me, especially when she flung the door open without even asking who it was. Her eyes widened, and she took a startled step back. I stepped inside, followed by Donald, who closed the door behind him.

“Hey, babe,” I said softly. I saw her eyes go from me to Donald and back as they welled up with tears. It broke my heart to see her feel so helpless.

“Please, don’t be mad at me,” she sobbed, dropping to her knees.

I put down what I was holding and picked her up, sitting on the bed with her crying in my arms. I wished she knew how much she meant to me and that she didn’t have to feel this way. Donald sat next to us, taking her hand and stroking it. When she calmed down, she abruptly pushed off my lap and stood up, backing away from us and shaking her head.

“No, no. Why aren’t you guys mad at me? I was so stupid; I didn’t mean to come this far. I just needed air and freaked out when I lacked the strength to follow you. Oh my goodness, is he okay? I hope I didn’t hurt him; I am such an idiot,” she rushed out, pacing and wringing her hands.

She was still in her tight turtleneck bodysuit, which was incredibly sexy. She’d discarded her pants and only had socks on; her legs were so distracting that I had to mentally pinch myself. Now wasn’t the time to throw her on the bed and make love to her senselessly, but you better believe I was going to once we straightened all this out. Donald went over to her, stopped her mid-stride, pulled her to his body, and she melted against him, wrapping her arms around his neck. Her leaving like this had really taken a toll on him.

“Please, baby girl. Don’t ever do that again; I was so fucking worried about you. We were both worried about you,” he said through tears into her hair, and she held onto him tighter.

I knew he always had to be strong and not show weakness, especially raising a little girl, but I was glad he felt safe enough around us to show his emotions. After a moment, she took a step back, her cheeks stained with fresh tears. She reached up and wiped his tears before they shared a soft kiss. He broke the kiss before it got too heated. I knew he craved her as much as I did, but we really needed to set things straight.

“Please, tell us what you ran from?” I asked. She lowered her eyes, but Donald placed a finger under her chin and lifted her face so her eyes were on us.

“Please don’t hide from us,” he whispered, smoothing one hand over her hair and down her back. I saw the shiver that passed through her and tried not to groan at the intensely sexual touch.

“I felt like maybe you guys don’t like me as much as you like each other,” she began, her voice shaking with emotion.

“It is elementary for me to have run, but I just couldn’t handle it because I don’t want to be hurt or in another loveless relationship.” She paused, wiping her eyes. “But when you said you loved us, and I just snapped… I’ve been told that so many times, and it was lies that scared me. If I wasn’t working for you, would I even still…”

Donald and I exchanged a look, and I nodded at him to tell her the news now. We couldn’t keep anything back from each other; this relationship wouldn’t work otherwise. Donald took her hand in his and led her back to me; he sat next to me, and we took one of her hands each.

“We were going to talk to you over lunch about it,” he said with a sigh. I immediately saw the disappointment that filled her, but she stayed silent.

“Emily got accepted into Hollywood Academy; I found out this morning,” he said softly. Her face filled with surprise before a smile lit it up.

“My goodness, that’s amazing! That’s one of the best and most prestigious boarding schools for gifted children,” she said, and her reaction caught me off guard. I thought she would be much more upset about the news; I think Donald did too because his body relaxed.

“I know you came here because of her, but she was feeling…was evident,” I said. “I hope you will stay because of us. I can’t bear to lose you, baby girl,” he said. She looked between us, uncertainty evident on her face.

“What did we say when we had that talk before our entire relationship started?” I asked. She looked between us and then back at me, taking a deep breath.

“No flings or hookups,” she breathed out.

“And we meant it. We are not here for meaningless flings. You mean the world to us, and we would do anything for you. We want to love you and spoil you and make you the happiest woman in the world. We want to protect you and keep you safe; we will always chase you, no matter how far we have to go, to bring you home because we love you,” Donald said, the emotion clear in his voice.

“Equally, separately, and together—all at once, however you want to put it—to make you feel the most secure in us. That is how much we love you,” I added.

I watched her bite her bottom lip as she looked at us. I needed her to talk, but I wasn’t going to rush her. She looked so torn, and I knew she loved us, but I could also tell she wasn’t ready to tell us yet.

“So what’s the bad news?” she said reluctantly. My brows furrowed; I was confused by her question.

“What bad news?” Donald asked, looking from her to me and back.

She dropped our hands so abruptly and took a step back that dread filled me, and all the reassurance I was beginning to feel started to fade. I needed all this fucking distance to stop.