All Chapters of A9 Admin2.2 Wanted: Billionaire’s Wife And Their Genius Twin Babies: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

"Don't tell me what?"  I froze hearing Gage's voice behind me. I was still wrapped in Ethan's arms. I stared up at him with wide eyes not knowing what to do. Gage wasn't suppose to be here right now. Untangling myself from Ethan's arms I turned around to face Gage.  He was standing there with a hard look but I could see confusion all over his face. I know his mind was racing with ideas on what was going on. Nothing was happening between Ethan and I but Gage doesn't know that. He just walks in to see me wrapped in his arms and saying not to tell him anything.  I opened and closed my mouth like a fish. I had absolutely no clue what to say. Do I tell him about being Ethan's half brother? Do I not say anything? If I don't will Gage hate me? I do not want to fight with him, especially about this. But I wasn't sure if it was my place to say anything. I just did not want to see Gage hurt.  
"What is going on here?" Gage asked, his tone deep and dark. I watched him clenc

Ethan's Pov  I glanced at the house that I was currently parked in front of. I wasn't entirely sure why I was here or what I would say when I went up to the door but after talking with Carter yesterday I knew I had to make things right. I had to talk to Gage about all of this and set things straight.  It was clear that being away from Gage was killing Carter and if Gage loved her as much as I think he does, this isn't going well for him either. All of this is because of me. Because I decided to look into Gage Harper and found something completely different than I intended.

At first it was to see if he was a good guy. I heard enough around campus to know he isn't the nicest, most romantic guy out there. I wanted to make sure he wasn't lying to Carter and using her. I was hoping to find out that he was an underground fighter or something just so I can use that as leverage to get him to back off. Of course though I had to find out he is my half-brother and that my father che

"Why did I agree with this?"  "Because you are an idiot."  "Thanks for reminding me Luke." Gage muttered.  "Stop whining. I am almost done." I scolded. I grabbed his wrist so he would stop moving hand. He was messing up my paint job.  "Dude you really shouldn't have agreed to this. I know my sister, she will make sure you regret accepting to do whatever she wants." Luke commented once more. He was leaning against my desk with his arms crossed over his chest, watching us. He couldn't help but make comments every now and then.  "I'm realizing that."  I grinned as I finished up what I was doing. Because Gage said he would do whatever I wanted to get back on my good side, I was doing one of his many punishments. Painting his nails. He said he doesn't like it but I bet he secretly does. I was even trying my best to paint his nails perfectly.  I was nice enough to let him pick out a color, which of course ended up being black. I didn't want them to plain

3 years later...  "Can believe it? In just two days we will officially be done here!"  "That went by too fast." I said shaking my head.  Macey and I sat in the 95 Degrees sipping our coffee's and waiting for everyone else to show up. In two days we were graduating from Columbia University. Three years has passed since Macey and I first came onto campus, fresh-eyed freshman. No clue what was going to happen but knowing it would be the start of something good.  Now here we are three years later, days away from graduating and becoming real adults. These last few years have flown by and I was actually sad to be done with school. So many great things happened here in the last 3 years that leaving felt almost like we were leaving it all behind. I was excited to start something new though.  "We are going to the beach house for graduation right?" Macey asked, sipping her coffee.  "Yeah. We will leave the day after graduation because lets face it no one is going

3 years later....  My hand moved across the canvas on their own. My fingers were stained with paint and lead from my pencils. Slowly the picture was coming more alive and looking exactly what I wanted it to be. Music played around me but I wasn't really listening, too focused on the canvas in front of me.  
My hair was pulled back messily and my jeans had some more paint added to them. My butt was starting to ache from sitting here so long but I had no notion of getting up any time soon. I was in the zone and I needed to finish.  The sound of my cell phone ringing loudly and the stop of the music made me pause. Still looking at my painting in front of me I reached over and grabbed my phone. I swiped answer without even looking at the name on the screen.  "Hello?"  "Tell me exactly what you are wearing. If it sounds ugly you are changing." Macey said through the phone, not even bothering to say hello.  "Hello to you too Mace. What are you even talking ab