Page 462 of Billionaire Temptations

“Yes! I wanted it out of my apartment.”

“And you couldn’t wait until morning. Why?”

“Because. I wanted it out now.”

The corners of his mouth curved upward.

“Since you’re here, I can give you your things.”

“No. You can drop them off at my apartment when I’m not home, preferably when I’m at work. In fact, you can just have Eli do it. Good night, Sebastian.” I turned and walked away.

I heard him snicker. “Good night, Chloe.” And then the door shut. Why the fuck was he snickering? Better yet, why was he smiling? When I reached the lobby, I gave Jeffrey a wave.

“Do you feel better now, Miss Kane?”

“Yes. Much better.” I hailed a cab and headed home.

Sebastian

Shutting the door, I couldn’t help but laugh. That was my girl. Some people would have found it strange that she came all the way here in her pajamas to drop off my things, but not me. I expected nothing less of her. That was one of the things I loved about Chloe; she was unpredictable and the most adorable girl I had ever known. I set the box down in the hallway. There was no way I was packing up her stuff because there was no need to. She’d be back, and they’d be here waiting for her. If it made her feel better to drop my things off in the late hours of the night in her pajamas, then so be it. As long as she felt better, that was all that mattered.

Chloe

Stepping into the gallery at approximately eight fifty-five, I was running a little late because I decided to make a Starbucks run for all of us.

“Thank you, Chloe.” Gregory and the rest of the crew smiled.

“Today’s going to be a fantastic day.” I grinned.

As I was walking up the stairs to my office, I heard, “I have a delivery for Chloe Kane.”

Turning around, I saw a man standing there with a vase full of gerbera daisies.

Rolling my eyes, I asked Gregory to sign for them and bring them up. I knew who they were from. I could have easily told the delivery guy to take them back, but they were so pretty and would look nice in my office. Just because they were from him,it didn’t matter. I wasn’t about to send perfectly good flowers away.

It was ten o’clock, and as I was sitting at my desk, Gregory walked in.

“Another delivery for you.” He smiled.

“Again?” I asked as I looked at the brightly colored red gerbera daisies.

“Where would you like them?”

“Just put them over there.” I pointed towards the window.

This went on all day. At the start of each hour, a new bouquet was delivered. It was a little after four o’clock when Connor walked into my office.

“What the hell happened in here? Are you secretly running a florist?” He smiled.

I sighed. “Sebastian.”

“Ah. I see. I take it that he’s trying to make amends,” Connor spoke as he sat down.

“He can try all he wants. It’s not happening.”

“If you don’t mind my asking, what exactly did he do?”

“It’s a long story, so I’ll give you the shortened version. He thought I was pregnant, and then he took off to Seattle, and I didn’t hear from him for a week. He lied to me, ignored my calls and texts, and now he thinks he can just waltz back into my life as if his leaving based on something that wasn’t true was no big deal.”

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