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I laugh and give in to the temptation to hold her hand again, rubbing her skin with my thumb as we make our way through the rest of the apartment. The master bedroom has a massive walk-in closet and in the en suite is a large oval bath with spa jets. I can imagine taking long baths with Lita and watching her come for me while she moans my name. I miss that sound.

“Oh, I can totally see myself unwinding in here,” she says with a bright smile on her face.

“Maybe,” I say and casually shrug my shoulders even though it hurts to know she doesn’t imagine me with her the way I imagine being with her. “I’m not swaying your decision in any way.”

There are three minor bedrooms, and one is a very decent guest setup with an attached bathroom similar to the one in the master bathroom, so if we go with this apartment, I’ll take that room.

When we walk into one of the other minor bedrooms, which also has its own smaller en suite, Lita jokes, “There’s even a toilet for me to do my usual thousand toilet runs each day.”

We walk through the rest of it with Lita trying to get me to tell her this is the apartment I liked the most and her gushing over most of the features.

Eventually, we head onto the balcony again, and I ask her, “So, which one is it, princess? Or is it none of them, and I keep looking?”

“You know it’s this one,” she laughs, “I know you do, and I know that it’s the one you love as well.”

“I love it as much as I love our baby—well, almost as much,” I admit with a grin. “I love it as much as my apartment in Chicago, and I feel confident that you and the baby will be safe here.”

Lita throws her arms around me, and I hug her back. She feels so perfect in my arms, and I revel in this feeling of having her with me.

“Thank you, Sebastian. For everything.”

“You’re welcome, princess. So, I’m buying this place, then?”

I feel her head move against my chest as she nods. “Yes, I can’t wait to move in.”

The pain of knowing she’ll be moving in here and starting a life without me hits, but I keep holding her for another minute while pretending that everything is okay.

Eventually, we head back inside, and I say to Vincent, “This is the one. We’re ready to put an offer in.”

“Excellent,” he says with a massive grin at me.

We sit at the table in the dining area of the apartment, and he writes up the paperwork before I sign on the dotted line to buy a place for Lita to live in with her future boyfriend.

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LEVEL 17.6 – Feisty McGee

Saturday after breakfast,we’re back in my apartment in Chicago. We flew in late last night on a private plane from Seattle. As promised, I got one with a bed, but Lita and I didn’t have sex. She was tired, so I left her to sleep, and I sat alone listening to music on my phone in one of the armchairs. It’s been a week since I last fucked her, and I miss it a lot.

She’s flying back to Seattle alone tomorrow, and I’m staying here. I don’t know how I feel about that. It feels so wrong, but I have to accept that it’s the way it is.

Lita smiles at me when I take my cup of coffee with me to sit next to her on the sofa. “When you see me tomorrow, I’ll be wearing one of your lover’s amazing designs.”

“You’ll be the most beautiful woman to ever wear any of her clothes,” I tell her truthfully.

“Um, no. Did you not see any of the models at her fashion show last year?” Lita raises an eyebrow at me.

I laugh as I remember fucking one of the models backstage at Heather’s fashion show.

I place my mug on the coffee table in front of us before I sit back on the sofa and tell her, “Yes, I did. Up close and personal, too. Heather wouldn’t let me backstage until after the show was done.”

“I bet.” Lita rolls her eyes at me. “Heather is a smart woman.”

“Not as smart as you.” I wink at her.

“I don’t know; I got involved with you, didn’t I? She was smart enough to avoid doing that,” Lita teases me.

It should be painful, but I’m amused because it’s true, and I’m definitely grateful that I have Lita in my life, even though everything is fucked up between us.

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