All Chapters of The Billionaire's Twins Play Matchmaker: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

“Champagne sir?” a server offered as Julius entered. Shaking his head, Julius waved him off and headed to the bar to order his usual whiskey. He leaned on the counter with his drink in hand, but found he really wasn’t interested in actually drinking it as he studied the attendees. It seemed like the usual crowd. Julius drank with most of them on one occasion or another, but he didn’t feel like mingling tonight. He was more relaxed than he had been in years. His mind was clear, still reveling in the memory of the hour he spent with his children. Their giggles filled his ears and he longed to hold them again. Julius set down his drink, a slow smile softening his expression. If only the kids were here tonight, but this was not his father’s crowd. It was unlikely Macey would attend and without her the twins would definitely not make an appearance. And given the crowd, he wouldn’t want them here anyway. There was no one here he wanted to introduce them

His thumb stroked her cheek. Involuntarily, Macey leaned into the touch. Her eyes fluttered closed. Julius’s smile broadened as his heart thudded in his ears, seeing her reaction to his touch. He leaned forward until his forehead rested against hers. “I’ve been so worried about you.” Macey hesitantly met his gaze. His face was so close, but she didn’t try to put distance between them. Was it just because they had been apart for so long or was she just that comfortable with him? “I never stopped looking for you.” “…You didn’t?” Pain flashed in his eyes at the thought she didn’t believe him, but he could hardly blame her after their last night together. She deserved the truth, the whole truth. With a sigh, he said, “That night I came home drunk and passed out. But the next morning, when I realized you were gone, really gone, I had Eric track your phone. When I found it in the trash, I panicked. I had him co

Julius pulled up in front of his brother’s brownstone. Parking, he hurried to Macey’s side, holding the door open for her. Immediately slipping an arm around her, he led her up to the front door. She blushed under his care, but she didn’t try to push him away. It was nice to be taken care of for once, and it reminded her of how he used to be in the early months of their marriage. Those were memories she would always hold dear, and comforted her in the middle of the night. A knock summoned the maid, who smiled broadly at them. Edie had been March and Rose’s maid for over twenty years. She had high hopes for Julius’s marriage before it came apart. Now that Macey had returned and brought the children, Edie’s romantic heart was already envisioning them together, though she was smart enough not to say so aloud. “Good evening. Mister DaLair, Miss…Grayson, the Master and Madam are this way with the kids,” Edie led the way to the living room from which Aria’s de

Macey ducked into the bathroom avoiding the two stalls she went straight to the sink. She looked at her reflection in the mirror. What was wrong with her? After six years she should be smarter. But the moment his arms were around her it was like time stood still. As much as she tried to deny it she still loved him, still wanted him. And it seemed like he wanted her too. Was she getting her hopes up? She couldn’t shake the fear it would eventually fall apart. The door opened but she paid no mind to the newcomer. Macey gave herself a final glance before turning to see a blonde in a short, black dress that was mostly lace and left very little to the imagination. She struggled to keep her expression neutral. Other women had enough confidence to wear such provocative clothes but Macey wasn’t one of them. Vicki was but even she had limits saying there was a difference between sexy and trashy. Macey was pretty certain Vicki would put this dress into the latter.

“I thought you lived in Paris.” “We do,” Aria answered. “Maman travels a lot for work, and we go with her. We’ve been to Barcelona, Milan, Venice, Amsterdam, Berlin, London, Dublin… We’ve been to a lot of places.” Caden quietly nodded. Their mother’s various projects took her to many places. When they didn’t have school, they traveled with her. This earned them many envious stares from their peers. Others scorned them because they only had their mother whose work was unorthodox, but neither of the twins let that bother them. Their mother was the best person in the world. “You have been everywhere, impressive,” Julius said. “So does that mean you speak French too?” “Bien sûr!” Aria rolled her eyes.[1] Julius chuckled. His children were not bilingual, they were trilingual. Or at least Aria was, as Caden stressed, he didn’t know German well. Would they never cease to amaze him? Suddenly, his phone vibrated. Taking it o