Page 95 of My Billionaire Boss Triplets

“Wait.” Enzo pulls me back. “One more thing.”

“What?”

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a folded piece of paper. “I finished the design last week and wanted to show you.”

I unfold it. It’s a sketch, a design for Enzo’s tattoo addition. Among the existing geometric patterns and symbols is a new element: a small constellation of three stars forming a triangle, with a fourth star at the center, brighter than the others.

“The fourth star is you.” Enzo’s voice is quiet. “The center of our universe.”

I fold the paper carefully, emotion clogging my throat. “When are you getting it done?”

“Next week. I wanted your approval first.”

“You have it.” I kiss him. “It’s perfect. Can I come with you when I get it?”

“I’d be honored.” He kisses me again, and my heart warms.

How did I get so lucky?

We stay on the terrace a while longer, wrapped in each other and the quiet of the night. Eventually, the cold drives us back inside, where the warmth of family and laughter pulls us in.

By the time everyone leaves, it's nearly midnight. The penthouse is quiet except for the distant hum of the city.

We collapse onto the couch together, exhausted but happy. Ansel pulls me against his side while Breck stretches out on the other end, and Enzo sits on the floor, his back against my legs.

"That went well," Breck says.

"Of course it did. You three were on your best behavior." I smirk.

"Always," Ansel murmurs against my temple.

After a few minutes of decompressing, I force myself to stand. "I need to get ready for bed before I fall asleep right here."

Before I can take a step, Ansel stands and throws me over his shoulder.

"Ansel!" I squeal, laughing. "I need to brush my teeth!"

"I know." He carries me toward the bedroom anyway. "I'm just making sure you actually make it there instead of wandering off to check something on your laptop."

In the ensuite bathroom, we all go through our routines—washing faces, brushing teeth, changing into pajamas and sleep pants. It's comfortable chaos, the four of us moving around each other with practiced ease.

When we finally make it to bed, the massive mattress we'd custom-ordered to fit all four of us comfortably, we settle in for the night.

“I love you,” I whisper into the darkness. “All of you.”

“We love you, too.” Their response comes in stereo, overlapping and perfect.

I close my eyes, the necklace warm against my skin, and let myself fall asleep surrounded by the three men who taught me to trust again.

And as I drift off, I think about forever. About Sunday dinners and security contracts and Sadie’s meddling. About three interlocking circles that represent three different moments of falling in love.

About how a year ago, I was broken. And now, I’m whole. Not because they fixed me, but because they loved me while I fixed myself.

Remy Ray. Hacker. Partner. Lover.

Theirs.

And they’re mine.

Forever.