“I know. Phoenix called me a few minutes ago. He sounded so nervous.”
“Right? I thought so too. I still can’t believe he’s a father,” Hyatt commented.
“Me too. Darby really has changed him,” Indiana replied, pressing her lips to his neck for a quick kiss, letting her hot breath linger a little longer than necessary. His grip on her tightened as he moved his leg, throwing it over hers.
“He’ll probably propose soon,” Hyatt guessed.
Indiana laughed. “When I told him that the other day, he made a face. He said the last time he proposed, she ripped him a new one, so I don’t think he wants to go through that again.”
Hyatt grimaced. “Yeah, but it was different. He proposed to her after a one-night stand, avoiding her calls for weeks then showing up late to the doctor’s appointment, so it wouldn’t have made sense for her to accept then.”
In all honesty, she was glad Darby had pushed Phoenix to have a role in his baby’s life, pursuing him until he had no choice but to show up. Truthfully, she had a lot more respect for her after that, realizing what a good person she was.
“Well, I think she’ll accept this time,” Indiana guessed. “You’ve seen the way they look at each other, all doe-eyed and stuff.”
Hyatt playfully bit the tip of her nose. “I feel like you’re trying to tell me something.”
Indiana placed her hand over her heart. “Me? I would never.”
Hyatt raised an eyebrow. “Uh-huh. I’m not buying it. Anyway, we should get some sleep if we want to get to the hospital early tomorrow. Do you want to leave in separate cars or just show up together?”
Indiana frowned, the glow from the news dimming a little.
She wished, with every fiber of her being that she didn’t have to keep her relationship with Hyatt a secret, but with things being what they were, they had little choice in the matter.
Hyatt was Phoenix’s (and Moxley’s) best friend, and she knew they wouldn’t take the news well, at all. The one instance where Hyatt made the mistake of complimenting Indiana in front of her brothers, they’d both given him long looks, full of murderous intent.
But it wasn’t just that.
She knew that guys had this secret unspoken pact where they weren’t allowed to date each other’s sisters. If she were being honest, the code didn’t make any sense to her considering it was far better for her to date someone they knew for years rather than someone they didn’t, but it was just one of those guys logic she couldn’t wrap her head around.
In any case, they both agreed that it was better to wait. First, it was because of Moxley’s wedding, then a plethora of other things in the middle, mostly business-related, the excuses piling up till she could no longer make heads or tails of anything.
All she knew for sure was that she loved Hyatt, with all her heart, and the day he finally noticed her was the happiest day of her life, but he didn’t want to risk his friendship with her brothers, and she understood that.
“Let’s show up together. Given the occasion, I don’t think they’ll mind,” Indiana suggested, forcing a smile to her face. Hyatt glanced down at her, his expression troubled. He opened his mouth to say something, but she silenced him with a kiss, moving, so she had one leg on either side, her lower body pressed against his provocatively.
Hyatt groaned into the kiss, plunging his fingers into her hair and lowering her head, allowing him better access to her mouth. She made a low whimpering noise in the back of her throat and ground her hips against his, a burning hunger licking its way through her stomach.
One hand fell down to her hips, digging suggestively till it moved back up, flicking her nipple before moving onto the other one. Indiana shifted and lowered herself onto him, throwing her head back as his hands came up around her breasts, kneading and squeezing.
If tonight was all they had, then so be it.
Tomorrow could wait.
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Did you miss your chance to read Moxley and Sawyer’s story?
Check out the first chapter of Billionaire below!
Chapter 1
Moxley
He hated traffic with every fiber in his being, with the fire of a thousand burning signs, destroying everything in their path until nothing’s left but ashes.
Actually, wait, hate wasn’t strong enough for how he felt; the domino effect of traffic leading him to somewhere was something he despised even more.
Loathed was better, and it packed an extra kind of punch, the kind reserved for situations like this.
He was going to be late.
With both hands firmly on the steering wheel, Bon Jovi blasting through the car’s speakers, he tried to relax, to think of something other than the fact that he was not going to make it on time.
His brother, Phoenix, was going to have his head.
On a pike.
Displayed on the front gates for the entire company to see, medieval style, and he couldn’t even say he’d blamed him. After all, it was entirely his fault that he was running late, or at least the redhead that he left in bed this morning.
Being CEO of Denton Enterprises offered him many perks, cars, money, and the attention of a rotating plethora of beautiful and charming women, but unfortunately, it didn’t offer him any kind of immunity when it came to his siblings. Either of them.
At the end of the day, though he sat at the head of the table, they each owned controlling shares in the company, ensuring each and every one of them had an equal amount of power and influence.
A smart move on his father’s part, recognizing that he didn’t want his children to be at each other’s throats. Instead, he made sure that, business-wise at least, they were united in a common goal, seeing the company flourish, a dragon among men.
Naturally, it hadn’t all been smooth sailing, far from it. In fact, it had taken them entirely too long to be able to agree on which direction the company should be taking once their father stepped down as CEO.
As the oldest, Moxley had trained his whole for it, the moment he would step up and take his rightful place as the leader and face of the company, so he’d been shocked when his siblings didn’t fall into line, preferring to have an active role rather than a quiet one.
Moxley loved his siblings; it was never about that, but it didn’t mean he wanted to run a company with them, not when the three of them were as different as night and day. Luckily, Indiana seemed to gravitate more towards a quiet role, only pitching in when something was big whereas Phoenix had decided on a more hands-on approach, making his presence in the company known, generally a thorn in Moxley’s side, often acting like an insufferable know it all.
What was the saying?
Business made for strange bedfellows.
He drummed his fingers against the wheel and checked the watch, letting out a stream of colorful c
urse words as he pressed his fingers to the pedal, hoping for some kind of miracle to get there on time.
As things stood, it was highly unlikely especially with the cars coming to a complete stop. Soon enough, he had to slow his car down, his knuckles turning white with effort. He heaved a deep breath and pried his fingers away, a hot blast of air blowing through him.
Moxley frowned and hit the button, allowing the car to make a swishing noise as the cover came back up, encasing him, so he wasn’t exposed to the heavy smog settling over the city.
Around him, people were at their wit’s end, pressing their hands to the honk and refusing to release, a cacophony that rose and swell, so he had to turn up the music to drown it out.
“Elisabeth.”
“Mr. Denton,” Elisabeth greeted, her smooth voice filling up the spaces in his car, soft and alluring. “How may I help you?”
“Can you please inform my brother that I’m stuck in traffic and will be running late?”
“Of course, Mr. Denton. I’ll also have your coffee ready for you by the time you’re out,” Elisabeth added, practically purring.
He wasn’t under any delusions regarding his assistant’s intentions. To her credit, she didn’t try to hide her true nature when it came to him, taking every opportunity available to throw herself at him, staying late in the office and finding excuses just to touch him.
It was flattering, and she was incredibly attractive, but he made it a point not to get involved with anyone he worked with, bypassing all the unnecessary drama altogether.
“Maybe a muffin, too,” Moxley mused.
“Aren’t you supposed to be staying in shape?” Elisabeth asked, thinly veiled distaste coloring her tone.
“Yes, I am, but one can’t hurt. Blueberry, please. Thank you, Elisabeth.”
With that, he hung up, not wanting to hear the derision and judgment in her tone. Elisabeth was great at her job, positioning herself, so she was indispensable to him, but it didn’t mean she didn’t get under his skin.
Granted, she knew how to reign it in, observing the warning signals and backing off when she needed, but still. He had too much on his plate, and the last thing he wanted was to add an irate assistant to the list, on top of everything else.
Today’s meeting had been a long time coming, one of the few things the three could actually agree on. Between Phoenix’s practicality, and Moxley’s big dreams, it hadn’t been easy, and it was Indiana who suggested it, knowing exactly what to do to bring her brothers together.
It was time to expand, so Denton Enterprises was no longer just a software company, a multimedia conglomerate with ties in every major market. Now, it was time to take it a step further and take a plunge, a leap of faith into the unknown.
Publishing.
A risky but lucrative endeavor, one that promised to be incredibly fruitful should it pan out. Unfortunately, they hadn’t been able to nail the right PR person until now.
She better be damn good.
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