My Grumpy Billionaire (The Lasker Brothers #2)

by Nadia Lee

“Yes. Yes, yes. A bazillion times yes.”

And what other people think about me isn’t important. What’s important is you. And our babies.”

Sometimes, no matter how hard you tell yourself you’re okay, things linger and fester and…

I was never going to be the obedient, silent child that you wanted. Turns out parenting actually requires some effort.”

These people aren’t my family. I deserve better.

Ellie jumps to catch it, but it bounces off her arms and hits Grant, who grabs it out of reflex. “Shit.” He immediately throws it back in the air like a steaming potato. It flies and lands on Huxley, who acts like he just got hit by a grenade. He tosses it immediately back in the air. The poor thing finally plops on Noah’s shoulder. Thankfully, he holds it in his hand. “Whew.” Huxley stretches his neck. “Good luck, bro,” he says to Noah. I laugh, then go over to Ellie. “Sorry you didn’t get it.” “It’s okay.” She smiles. “Seeing you happy is more important than catching the bouquet.” Noah comes over and hands the bouquet to her. “Here. I don’t need it, but you look like you want it.” She takes it primly. “Thank you.”

“This is for you, Sierra, the love of my life, the light of my soul, the keeper of my heart.”

Huxley hits a few familiar notes, and Griffin starts belting out “I Was Born to Love You” by Freddie Mercury. My heart races, and joyous tears spring to my eyes. Griffin’s killing the song, his gaze on mine. But even if he weren’t such a good singer, I wouldn’t care. Because here’s my gorgeous man, singing his love for me in front of everyone who matters. When the song ends, everyone except me claps. I’m too busy holding my hands over my racing heart.

I look down at what she’s holding—the white mask I had on at the masquerade. Griffin must’ve kept it, because I left it in his hotel room after our first n...

“Hey, stranger,” I whisper as I ...

“Hello, angel. Let’...

He pulls me into his arms, and I know that I’m in the paradise I’...

The stroller is big enough to carry our triplets—two identical boys and a girl. Dr. White said that we had three boys, so when a girl came out last, it was a huge shock for everyone.

My heart swells with love, just like every time she does that. It’s an automatic response, and I don’t think it’s ever going to go away. I kiss her and thank my lucky stars while our babies coo.