Scoring the Billionaire (Billionaire Bad Boys 3)

I crossed my arms over my chest and sank into my seat like a sullen child, and he laughed again.

“Not leaving?” he asked, and I scowled.

Who was he to run me off, anyway? If one of us left, it would be him.

At least… “Not before my soup.”

There came a time in one’s life when all the details became no more than bullshit.

Or maybe I’m the one full of shit. But to me, these little tiny nuggets of perceived wisdom feel like truth. So, yeah. Deal with it.

How was I going to make my schedule work? Would I be able to make every single commitment? Were we actually compatible with one another? Yadda, yadda, yadda.

See, I finally realized the ultimate answer, the master key, the solution to all my problems and heartbreak and man angst.

I wanted Winnie, and I wanted to be the best father I could to Lex. I loved them both, and the rest of it…didn’t matter.

I’d left the hospital dejected—completely and totally lost and seriously doubting everything about myself. My stupid casual take on life that I’d held on to for so long and the falsehood that Winnie somehow owed me something now that I’d had the great romantic epiphany.

Oh, I’m ready now, Winnie. I’m ready to take you seriously and give you everything I can, but only now that I’ve been faced with the consequences of my selfish actions.

The more I thought about it as I ambled through Central Park until the sky turned completely midnight, the hour growing too late for even the moon, the more disgusted with myself I became.

Winnie Winslow didn’t owe me a goddamn thing.

She’d given me several of the best months of my life, and I’d put more effort in with her than I ever had with anyone before. But what made a man was not the absence of mistakes, but rather, the way he handled them when he made them.

And, apparently, I was complete shit at the whole handling thing.

Change within a person wasn’t easy, but I was determined to try. And it was all going to start with the way I looked at things. Instead of skimming the surface, I’d delve deeper. And that wasn’t a promise to Winnie or Lexi or some third party, but to myself. I wanted to be the guy who saw things for how they really were. The guy who didn’t fly off the handle in a jealous rage and the kind of guy who listened when people spoke.

And, as I climbed the last flight of stairs on the way up to my apartment—content to bask in my wandering so much that I’d done fourteen floors the old fashioned way—a hello from the sun now brightening the once dark sky, I knew that included the way I looked at Winnie’s time with Nick last night.

From this newly found rational place, the truth was surprisingly clear and all boiled down to one simple statement: Winnie Winslow was no goddamn idiot.

She wouldn’t be going out on a date with Nick, the halfway decent guy, but completely absent father to her child just because of what had happened between us. She’d said it best herself—she deserved better.

We all did.

And Nick wasn’t better for her or Lex.

But I still could be. I could be better for them and better for me, and I could do all of it whether Winnie wanted to take a chance on me romantically again or not.

This wasn’t a world of absolutes, all or nothings.

And in the face of being told I couldn’t have it all, I still knew I didn’t want nothing.

Nothing in this life was black and white. It was very much gray, and I hoped to God I could find the shade that Winnie would approve.

“It’s about fucking time you showed up,” Remy greeted, his back to the wall and ass to the floor right beside the door to my apartment and sleep wrinkling even the casual cotton of his clothes.

Jesus Christ. What was he doing here?

“What the fuck?” I asked without mentioning that he’d startled me. Remy Winslow never needed new ammunition to razz anyone. He found enough all on his own.

“I’ve been here all night.” He stood up with a tight smirk covering his lips and brushed his hands down the tops of his thighs on a sigh, as if he was disgusted by the pristine conditions of my apartment building. “Might want to think about letting your landlord know the cleaning service ain’t up to snuff here.”

See what I mean?

I wasn’t one to boast about my style of living, but I sure as shit didn’t own an apartment over a fucking deli in Jersey.

“You’ve been here all night?” I questioned, more than confused by the unexpected visit from the very last person on this planet who wanted to hang out with me.

“Did I fucking stutter? I’ve been here all night waiting for you.”

I couldn’t stop the surprise from suffusing my features. Especially since he’d been the one to take Lexi home.

“Where’s Lexi?”

“At home with Winnie. Some of us don’t stay out all night.”

Given where she’d gone when she left the hospital, I had to admit, that was a relief.

“And if you were out fucking some other woman, let me just tell you right now, I don’t want to know.”

I rolled my eyes and ran a hand through my hair. “I was just walking around Central Park.”

“Strange place to fuck a woman,” Jude offered as he rounded the corner of the hall that ran perpendicular to my door and down to more apartments.

“You’re here too?” I asked, as the other two stooges rounded the same corner with smiles of their own.

“I hope you had Mace,” Ty remarked, but Flynn just smirked.

“What are all of you doing here?” I asked, pushing past them and unlocking my door. With a splayed hand, I held it open for all of them and watched as they filed inside in front of me.

“Holy shit!” Jude yelled from the front.

Everything happened quickly then, the yelp and the sharp cry of pain followed by Thatch’s not-sorry-at-all apology.

“Whoops,” he said through a laugh. “Sorry, man.”

I shoved through the crowd just as a sleepy Kline sat up on my couch and put his feet to the floor.

“Jesus Christ,” I remarked. “Did I not get the invitation to the goddamn party at my own apartment?”

Thatch smiled as Jude climbed slowly to his feet. He looked like he was in pain—and yeah, I smiled a little at that.

“What the fuck?” Remy questioned, glancing back and forth between Kline and Thatch. “You guys have been here all night? Why didn’t you answer the goddamn door?”

“Kline had an emergency key,” Thatch explained and then looked at Remy with a knowing smirk. “And I don’t answer the door when it’s not my fucking place.”

“A key that will soon be revoked,” I replied as I crossed my arms over my chest.

“Hey, all I did was break in and sleep on your couch,” Kline said in defense of himself.

The room was completely full of people—for some unknown reason—and yet no one said a word until I prompted them. “Okay, guys. What the hell are you doing here?”

Of course, then they all spoke at once.

This was why we needed smart women like Winnie, Georgia, and Cassie around. Christ, I was sure some men functioned on their own, but they weren’t in this group.

“Guys!” I yelled over the white noise. And when that didn’t work, one sharp whistle did the trick.

“Everyone shut up.” All six of them smirked at me.

“Remy,” I said, directing only him to answer. “What are the four of you doing here?”

“We came to make sure you knew Winnie didn’t go on a date with Nick.”

“Nick?” Thatch bellowed, and then lowered his voice to a dramatic whisper when I glared at him. “Lexi’s father, Nick? That Nick?”

“That Nick,” Flynn confirmed.

“Good old Nick Raines,” Jude said with an evil smile.

“Everyone stop saying Nick,” I ordered, rubbing at the tense skin between my eyes.

Kline crossed his arms and put one fist to his chin, smiling at the ground. There was nothing he loved more than bearing witness to a complete shit show, courtesy of his friends.

“I know she didn’t go on a date with him.”

“You do?” Remy asked.

I nodded and shrugged. “Your sister is not an idiot.”

“Damn straight,” Ty agreed, and I almost laughed.

“Not that the four of you are a reflection of her,” I went on, and they all groaned and chuckled.

“Yeah, yeah,” Remy grumbled.

“Look, I’m aware of what’s really going on,” I admitted.

Remy eyed me with a knowing smile. “What’s really going on, Wes?”

“Well, I know Winnie wasn’t on a date with Nick.”

“And?” Thatch chimed in.

I stared out toward the floor-to-ceiling windows of my apartment and noted the pinks and oranges and purples of the sun making its debut. A smile I couldn’t deny crested my lips as my gaze moved back to the group of misfits in my living room, and I found myself saying the easiest, most natural words that had ever left my lips. “And, most importantly, I love her.”

“Fuckin’ right. Cassie owes me fifty bucks and a blow job.” Thatch’s smile was big enough to light up the whole goddamn city. “Thanks a lot, buddy,” he said to me. “I owe you one.”

My face scrunched up in incredulity. “Uh…glad my mess of a love life could help get your dick sucked. I honestly couldn’t be happier right now,” I commented in a voice that was anything but happy.