All Chapters of The Billionaire's Twins Play Matchmaker: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

“Papa!” Aria squealed as soon as she threw open the door. She ran toward him with her arms wide. Julius didn’t hesitate to drop his bag and scooped her into his arms, blowing raspberries against her cheek. Aria giggled, hugging him tight. “Papa!” Caden followed her out the door. He ran forward to hug his father’s leg. Caden was never one to be clingy, but now he desperately wanted the attention of the father he had only just met. Julius patted the boy’s head as their greeting finally clicked and he asked, “What did you call me?” “Maman said you’re our papa!” Aria announced. “Is it okay to call you that?” Julius sucked in a breath before dropping to his knees to hug both of them. He was shaking, but his voice was husky and calm, “I would love my babies to call me daddy.” They hugged him tight. Perhaps they had been waiting for this moment longer than even him. After all, most children are curious about th

Julius finally released the kids, letting them return to the patio. With a satisfied sigh, he got to his feet and followed. Reaching the door, Macey chuckled as she brushed stray grass from his shirt. Without a word, he pulled her into his embrace, kissing her. They stood forehead to forehead for a long moment before retreating inside. The door had barely closed when Katherine’s perch gave out, and she tumbled to the concrete. She slowly picked herself up, rubbing her elbow. Wincing, she limped back to the street, leaving the garbage can and trash where it had fallen. Reaching her car, she slumped into the driver’s seat. Who knew Julius had it in him to be so caring and loving? He certainly seemed to believe the children were his. They even called him daddy. Would it do her any good to throw suspicion by demanding paternity tests? What if they really were his? Could she somehow bribe the doctor to fake a negative test? Did her father have enough

“Tell me what you want, Macey,” he whispered huskily. “I—I…I want you.” “As you wish.” Julius kissed her deeply, his tongue teasing hers, swallowing her moans as he pulled out before thrusting in. She rocked with him as he set the rhythm. Her back arched and her hips rolled against his, drawing him in. She wasn’t ready for her next orgasm as her body clenched around him. Julius groaned, holding back, letting her pleasure ride before pressing into her again. His thrusts came harder and faster. Macey moaned, trying to catch her breath. Her mind was muddled as he continued harder, faster, her pleasure building. Julius groaned as she clenched his length. There was no holding himself back this time as he filled her with his essence. They lay, slowly catching their breath as they came down together. Moaning, he eased out of her, kissing her lovingly as her body completely relaxed. Macey sighed, hardly aware he had left the bed. He

It had been nearly two years since she left him. Yet, he still lingered in her mind. She wondered what he was doing, how his work was going, did he ever think about her the way she thought about him? Tears blurred her vision as she imagined him with someone new. There were dozens of young socialites eager to be by his side, so he would have no trouble finding a replacement for her. Was it really so easy for him to forget her while his memory lingered in her mind? “Macey,” Victoria stood quickly coming to her side and wrapping her in a hug. “Shh. Sweetie. It’s all right.” “I just feel so stupid,” Macey struggled to control her tears. “Why? Why do I still have feelings for him? Why does it hurt so much to think of him with someone else? Why can’t I forget him?” “Plaisir d’amour ne dure qu’un moment. Chagrin d’amour dure toute la vie.”[1] “But what if I always love him? What if I never get over him?”

Macey frowned, giving her friend a sympathetic gaze. Victoria had never told her this before. Perhaps it wasn’t just with romantic relationships that Victoria kept at arm’s length. It seemed even friendships were treated with the same self-serving distance. She wondered what could have happened to Victoria to leave her so distrustful of others. Was it really just life chipping away at her or was there perhaps something more to it? Macey wanted to ask, but thought better of it. If Victoria maintained her walls for so long it was unlikely Macey could bring them down on a whim. It had taken her friend two years to open up this much. Who knew how long it would take for her to open up even further? “Oh, stop with the face,” Victoria smiled at her. “It’s nothing you need to worry about fixing.” Macey grimaced. Victoria had already warned her that she didn’t have a poker face. Apparently, every thought and emotion, no matter how fleeting, was