Triplets for the Billionaire novel (Oliver Gusto) novel Chapter 28

Holy heavens!! holy shit!! fuck! fuck! How could I not have noticed? fuck! fuck!! fuck!!!  Beatrice's subconscious screamed in her mind as her heart started beating really fast.

“Oliver?!!!!” She had no idea when She mumbled his name. “Can it be?? No no, this can’t be possible.” She said absentmindedly, shaking her head in disbelief.

Oliver frowned, wondering what had got everyone staring at him on their first instance as if he was a ghost. First, it was Magda and that caused their fight and now, it was Beatrice.

“You okay?” He voiced out but that didn’t do anything as Beatrice was still wrapped in her thoughts, still feeling shocked as hell.

“Bea!” He called again, reaching out to her by placing a hand on her shoulder. The gesture was enough to bring her out of her thoughts.

“Oh, Hi.” She said with a smile that was obviously not reaching her lips, catching her breath in the process.

“Are you okay?” This time around, his voice came out as someone who was genuinely worried.

“Oh yes, I am. Why do you ask?” She tried to appear okay.

“Magda had the same reaction when She set her eyes on me and you are reacting the same way. I still checked myself in the mirror a few minutes ago and thankfully, I still look like my usual self. Is anything wrong? Is there anything you all aren’t telling me?”

Beatrice swallowed painfully. “Did you by any chance meet some little kids at home?” Beatrice asked before She could stop herself.

“Some kids? What kids?” Oliver frowned.

“Little children. About the ages of 6,7,8....” She responded, not knowing the exact ages of her grandchildren even though they lived together.

“No. You’ve got kids living here?” He asked, getting confused.

“No..no...no... Sorry about that. You know we’ve got a lot of workers so sometimes, we get to see their kids.”

“Didn’t see anyone,” Oliver responded in relief. God knows he detested those tiny humans and it was such a relief to him that he wouldn’t have to deal with any one of them during his stay in California.

Figuring out she was already behaving like a psycho, Beatrice took a deep breath on the inside to calm her nerves. Time was going by so She decided to push all of her worries and concerns to the back of her head, making a mental note to deal with them later, while she seized the opportunity to make memories with Oliver Gusto.

“Sorry about my reaction, I’m just so shocked and excited to see you.”

“Damn!” She mumbled, getting a proper look at him for the first time in years. She took in all of him, from head to toe.

Obviously, he had grown taller and even more muscular. He was shirtless, revealing his perfect eight packs with his joggers hanging loosely around his waist.

Beatrice’s eyes met with his lower area...She could see a sign of his dick which unknowingly caused her to lick her lower lips. She could tell he was hiding something huge down there.

Oliver chuckled. He had his eyes on her all this while. “I see you still haven’t changed.”

Beatrice shook her head. “This is....” She started to say, searching her brain for the right words to use.”

“You’ve grown so much, Ollie, You look really amazing. I can’t believe you’ve been hiding all of these away from me.” Her face lingered for a while at his lower area, before looking up and meeting his stare.

He smiled. “Stop teasing me.”

“You know I’m not. I remember every lady wanting you then. And now that you are even hotter, I can imagine how they must be fighting themselves and dying over you.”

Ollie chuckled, knowing she was right.

In as much as Beatrice had been trying to restrain herself since she set her eyes on him, She decided She couldn’t hold back anymore so She approached Ollie and slowly ran a finger in between his abs.

“You like that?” He smirked, staring at her.

“Why the hell aren’t you grown?”

Ollie frowned, the smile not leaving his lips. “I thought you just said that I’m grown already.”

“Not that type of growth.” She grumbled slowly. “Why can’t you be your father and your father should be you.”

Ollie couldn’t help with the laughter that escaped his lips. “God, I missed you so much.”

“I miss you too but don’t laugh. I’m being serious.”

“Charles is handsome too. Women are still dying for him and you once did too.”

“Oh please.” Beatrice rolled her eyes, moving her finger to his chest area.

“What? Are you in denial now? He used to be the love of your life. I thought you would respect that?”

Beatrice shrugged. “That was a long time ago.”

“But you know I’ve always had my eyes on you. Used to wish at the back of my head that you were older.”

“But I’m not.”