Page 21 of Twin Babies for the Pucking Billionaires

We finish our breakfast, chatting about random things. It’s easy and comfortable, like we’ve known each other forever.

After paying the bill, we head out. Chase gets us an Uber to his apartment, which is on the other side of town. We drive toward the Gold Coast and I’m surprised, realizing abruptly how rich he probably is. We pull up to a sleek high-rise building and my jaw drops. The lobby alone looks like something out of a magazine—marble floors, modern art and a chandelier that must’ve cost a fortune.

Chase opens the door to his place and I’m hit with how masculine and tidy it is. Everything is black or dark grey, from the furniture to the decor. It’s minimalistic but luxurious, with high ceilings and huge windows that offer a stunning view of the city. “Make yourself at home,” Chase says, heading to his bedroom to change.

I sit on the couch, which is ridiculously comfortable and watch Peanut explore. He finds a spot in the sun and looks ready for a nap. I pull out my phone and send another text to Jade,telling her about our breakfast and the plans for the day. She replies with a string of heart emojis.

Chase comes back out, dressed in an all-black outfit—black jeans, a black fitted tee, and black boots. He looks even better, if that’s possible. “Ready to go?” he asks, holding out his hand.

“Yep,” I say, taking it. Then he spots Peanut. “Actually, I was going to take my bike to work. You can just hang out here if you want and I can come pick you up later.”

“I had no idea you rode,” I say, intrigued.

“I’ll take you for a ride one of these days,” he promises.

“Why would you let me stay here alone? I could rob you,” I tease.

He kisses me, making my knees weak. “You can take whatever you want,” he says, smirking. “I’ll be back later. Make yourself at home.”

“Okay,” I say, still a little breathless from the kiss. He grabs his motorcycle helmet and heads out the door. As soon as he leaves, I start to snoop around.

The place is huge, with a massive open-plan living area, a state-of-the-art kitchen and floor-to-ceiling windows that make the place feel even bigger. Peanut runs around, exploring every corner. I find myself in Chase’s bedroom, fingering his shirts in the closet. Everything smells like him—musky and spicy, like sandalwood and cinnamon.

An hour later, my phone buzzes. It’s a picture from Chase of the pet rat, which is actually really cute. He texts: >>Got some deliveries coming your way. Need anything?

>>I’m good, thanks.

>>Okay. Be back soon.

A few minutes later, I get another text.

>>Delivery on the way.

Attached to the text is a screenshot of some treats for Peanut and some cans of Olippop Peach.

>>How’d you know my favorite drink?

>>Saw them in your fridge.

He adds a heart emoji and I smile. It feels so good being around someone so attentive. I think about how Ryan, my ex, got me a silver bracelet for my birthday last year, even though I’d worn only gold for the four years we were together.

Chase almost reminds me of...I shake the memory away. That was the past. It’s been three years since then.

This is now.

The deliveries arrive just as I am walking around his bedroom. I tip the delivery guy and bring the package inside.

>>Thank you for the deliveries. I’m about to abuse your hospitality by taking a shower.

>>Send pics.

I laugh and text back:

>>Come home.

I head to his bathroom, which is as amazing as the rest of the place. The water pressure in the shower is perfect and I let the hot water wash away the remnants of last night’s wine.

After the shower, I slip into one of his shirts, which almost reaches my knees. I feed Peanut, then slide onto the sofa and open up an audiobook to play out loud as I sip on my drink. The story is engrossing and before I know it, an hour has passed.

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