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“I think I can do that.”

He carried me into the bedroom, where we made love for hours.

Chapter Eighteen

Chloe

Sebastian carried my bag to my apartment for me.

“Home sweet home,” I spoke as I stepped inside.

“You’ve only been gone a couple of days.” He laughed.

“I know, but I like my apartment, and it’s good to be back. Speaking of which, I have no clue where you even live.” I pressed my finger against his chest.

“I live in a penthouse on Park Avenue.”

“Of course you do.” I smiled as I took my bag from him.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” he asked as he followed me to the bedroom.

“Nothing. You’re rich, and rich people live in stuffy penthouses.”

“It’s not stuffy. It happens to be very comfortable.”

“I’m sure it is with your beige walls, dark trim, and dark hardwood floors.”

He stood there and stared at me like he was going to say something but didn’t. Walking over to me, he placed his hands on my hips and kissed my forehead.

“I have to go. I’ll have you over to my stuffy penthouse one day.” He smiled.

“Okay.”

“I’ll be in touch. Have a good week at work.”

Standing there, I bit down on my bottom lip and frowned as he walked out the door.

“Have a good week at work.” Was he planning not to contact me next week? I threw myself down on the bed and stared up at the ceiling. The weekend spent with him was probably the best couple of days I’d ever had in my life. The sex, the food, the fun; it was all like a dream, but I still didn’t know anything else about him except that his parents were deceased and relationships were off the table. Going back to that conversation, I played it over and over in my head. What could have made him think like that? Why would he think like that? As I was pondering my thoughts and already missing him, there was a knock at the door. Jumping up from the bed, my heart started racing at the thought of seeing him again.

“Mom. Dad.” I tried not to sound disappointed.

“Oh good, you’re home. We were in the area and thought we’d drop by for a visit.” My mom smiled as she kissed my cheek.

“Your mother wants the scoop on your romp in Vegas with that rich guy,” my dad spoke as he went into my refrigerator and pulled out a beer.

“Shush up, Larry. So,” my mom placed her hand on my arm, “how did it go?”

“It was wonderful.” I smiled brightly and then went into the kitchen to make some tea.

“Are the two of you dating?” she asked.

“Here’s the thing.” I turned and looked at her. “We had a slight conversation, and he threw it out there that he doesn’t latch on to anyone, and relationships are off the table.”

“Oh. That’s strange. Did he say why?”

“Nope. He changed the subject. When I asked about his parents, he told me that they died years ago, and he didn’t want to talk about it.”

“Poor man. It sounds like he has a tortured soul. Maybe he just needs some guidance.” She smiled.

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