Page 473 of Billionaire Temptations

“As soon as we’re done going through Willie’s bag, we’ll go back to my place, where you already have clothes and stuff waiting for you.”

“Are you inviting me to a sleepover, Sebastian?”

“Damn right, I am. We’re never spending another night apart.”

With a smile, I walked over to the bed and climbed on top of him.

“Promise?” I brushed my lips against his.

“You have my word, baby.”

Wrapping his arms tightly around me, he pulled me down on top of him.

“I’m never letting you go. No matter what happens, you’re my girl forever.”

“Forever is a long time.”

“Time is all we have, and I’m going to spend every moment of it with you. You are the priority in my life, Chloe, and I’m going to make you a very happy woman.”

“You already have.” Our lips tangled once more, which led to another round of fantastic sex.

I set my phone down on the table while I took a bottle of open wine from the refrigerator. It started to ring, and Sebastian told me it was Sienna.

“Answer it for me,” I spoke as I reached up into the cupboard and grabbed a couple of wine glasses.

“Oh, hello there, Sebastian,” Sienna spoke. “So you’re half naked, I see. Does someone want to tell me what the hell is going on?!” she voiced rather loudly.

Sebastian laughed as he handed me my phone.

“Chloe, sweetheart, what happened since I talked to you this morning? How did he happen?”

“Long story, and I’ll tell you tomorrow. I was going to call you. Willie passed away today.”

“Oh no. I’m so sorry. Are you okay?”

“I’m sad, but he’s in a better place now. I’m really going to miss him.”

“I would offer to come over and comfort you, but I see some cock, I mean, someone already has.”

“I heard that, Sienna, and yes, my big cock has already comforted her twice.” He smiled.

“Care to show me how big it really is?” She smirked.

“Okay, you two. You’ve had your fun. I’ll call you tomorrow.”

“Blah. You’re no fun, Chloe.”

Sebastian opened Willie’s bag and began taking out some of his things. At the bottom, he pulled out a small envelope with my name on it.

“This has your name on it,” Sebastian spoke.

Taking the envelope from his hand, I opened it, and inside was a key to a safety deposit box with a note that contained the name of the bank and the box number.

“That’s strange. Why would a homeless man have a safety deposit box?” Sebastian asked.

“I don’t know. Maybe he kept some personal things in it after he lost his house.”

“I’ll come pick you up at the gallery tomorrow during lunch, and we’ll go check it out.”

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