All Chapters of The Billionaire's Hidden Triplets: Chapter 61 - Chapter 66

—Mabel—A moan slipped from my lips as he nuzzled my neck, then trailed hot kisses across my collarbone.“Alec!” I gasped.He pulled back and searched my eyes. “Say it, that you're sorry, and will never say that again.”My lips curved into a smirk. Where's the fun in that?Teasing him all through the day, only to quickly apologize. Not when he was looking dangerously handsome as he asked.“No,” I mumbled. “I'm not sorry.”His breath hitched mid-inhale. “You... what?”“I said, I'm not sorry,” I said, and tried to kiss him, but he leaned back.“You're desperately begging to be punished...no fear.”I giggled. “Then stop talking and start punishing, sir. I want to see how far you'll go.”Alec blinked.His grip around my wrist slacked for a second, then tightened again.“Remember you asked for this.”“Still talking?”With his free hand, he gripped my jaw, and planted hot kisses from my temple, down to my cheeks.Just when I was sure he was going to kiss me, he skipped my lips and trailed h

—Alec—She didn't pick up.Curiosity surged through me as I stared at my phone.Was it work, or was there another reason she wasn’t answering?I tried again and this time, she picked up.*. *. *. *. *. *—Mabel—“Hello?” I answered.“Is everything okay, my love? You had me worried.”I stood and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window of my office. “We need to see.”He chuckled. “Exactly what I was thinking. How about dinner at your place?”To my surprise, a faint smile tugged at my lips.“Alright. What time?”“You choose,” he murmured. I could tell he was smiling.The photos from Tom's phone flashed in my mind and a wave of melancholy swept through me. “How about seven o'clock?”“Seven sounds perfect.”I swallowed. “Alright, then. Don't be late.”“I won't. I promise,” he said sweetly. “I'll be counting the minutes.”I drew a breath and ended the call, then walked back to my desk.I sat down and clicked on the intercom. It was about time I fixed this once and for all.“Mara, I need you i

—Mabel—My heart pounded at each kilometer I covered for reasons I couldn't place.Though I knew it was wrong, I pulled out my phone and dialed his number again. And yet again, he didn't pick up.C'mon, Alec. I said I'm sorry... just want to talk. I fought back the tears and lowered my phone in the cupholder, then gripped the wheel tighter.At long last, the Green Oak mansion appeared ahead.I stepped on the brakes as I approached the gates, then honked.The intercom at the gate beeped. “Please, wind down and show your face.”Quickly, I did as told. “It's me, Mabel Parker.” I even turned on the (inner car) lights.Silence followed, then the gates creaked open.I offered a grateful smile to the camera and drove into the estate's driveway. Alec's butler stood on the terrace, hands tucked behind his back.I killed the engine and unbuckled my seatbelt. Then I slipped my phone in my pocket and stepped out of the car.“Good evening, madam,” Alec's butler greeted me as I joined him on the t