Page 15 of His Sacrifice

The living room had a large olive-green couch flanked by two dark brown recliners. A ginormous flat screen was on the wall, and a large coffee table was in front of it. “I think you could see your TV from the lake,” I laughed.

Creed shrugged. “I like to see the whole picture. When I moved in, the TV was the first thing I purchased.”

“Did you decorate this all by yourself?” I asked.

“Uh, yes, but also no. I have a decorator, but I had my hand in almost everything he bought. Ralph decorated my last apartment and was beside himself when I told him I was moving into the 1000M and wanted him to decorate.”

I would have been beyond impressed if Creed had said he decorated this whole place himself. It would have taken me years to decorate.

“When did you move in?” I asked.

“Uh, a little more than a month ago.”

“So this is all still pretty brand new to you, huh?”

Creed nodded. “You could say that. With traveling and whatnot, I think I’ve stayed here ten nights.”

Imagine having enough money to afford to live here, but then you couldn’t even be here because you were always working.

Off of the kitchen was a patio I could picture myself sitting on every morning while I drank my coffee and took in the views. Again, if I lived here, I would have never left.

There was a half bath off the kitchen, and then down a short hallway was the master bedroom that had the same view as the living room.

“If I lived here, I would never leave,” I marveled.

“Some days, it’s hard to leave, but that just makes it that much better to come home to.” Creed showed me the master bathroom and huge walk-in closet.

“This is insane,” I laughed. “You have to know that, Creed.” His clothes only took up a quarter of the closet, and that was having everything pretty spread out.

He smiled and headed back down the hallway past the front door. “Laundry,” he pointed to a closed door. “And then two more bedrooms and my office,” he motioned to three doors down the hallway. “Each bedroom has its own bathroom.”

Three bedrooms, an office, and three and a half bathrooms.

Yeah, this place was insane.

What was even crazier was there were three other apartments on this floor.

A knock sounded on the door, and Creed opened it to Jax with our dinner.

Creed took the bags with a thank you to Jax, and we headed back to the kitchen. He set the bags on the large kitchen island, and I pulled out one of the chairs.

“Don’t want to sit at the dining room table?” he asked.

I shook my head. “I need some sense of normalcy,” I explained. “A burger and fries right here sound good.”

Creed nodded. “Whatever you want, gorgeous.” He pushed the bag toward me and took the seat next to me. “I never sit at the dining table either, but I figured I would offer. It only gets used for Thanksgiving. The rest of the time, it just collects dust.”

“I normally eat on the coffee table in front of the TV,” I laughed. “I think if I had a dining room table, it would just collect random clutter.” I pulled two containers out of the bag. “Are they both the same?” I asked.

Creed nodded. “Two burgers with the works and fries.”

Sounded perfect for me. Thank god. I wasn’t sure I would know what to do if Creed had some fancy schmancy dinner for us.

“You don’t seem as mad at me anymore,” Creed said after we got our food situated.

“That’s because you shocked me with your penthouse, and I don’t know how to think right now,” I confessed. “I figured you lived someplace fancy, but this is even more than I thought.”

Creed shrugged. “I lived in a condo in Lincoln Park before this. I decided to live the high-rise life when they announced the 1000M.”

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