Page 166 of The Playboy Billionaire

Caleb answers on the second ring. “April, where are you?”

“Hello to you too,” I say laughing.

“No I mean it, where are you? I’ve arrived at your hotel and they told me you checked out.”

“You’re in Manchester?” I ask, my jaw dropping.

“I am,” he says, and I can just picture his hand running through his hair in frustration.

“I’m at home, in my apartment. We finished early. I came home to surprise you,” I say, biting my lip when he growls. “Surprise!” I say.

Cal groans. “I was going to surprise you. I had some business up here. I thought while you were working with yourrock star.I could keep you company out-of-hours.”

His husky tone never fails to send shivers of pleasure south.

“It’s the thought that counts,” I chuckle, although I wouldhave liked nothing better than to snuggle up next to Caleb after a day of dealing with Lucas and his asshole brother. “When will you be back?”

“Late tomorrow night,” he sighs. “I have some meetings in the morning, then Mason and I will be on the road.”

“Until tomorrow night then, I missed you,” I tell him honestly.

“Not as much as I missed you.”

My week choreographing with Lucas Sommerfield was an eye-opener. His brother/manager/record-producing big brother is a tyrant, but he was pleased with the results, so I made it home in record time.

“I love you, I’ll see you tomorrow,” I say.

Cal groans loudly, making me pause. “Say it again.”

“What?See you tomorrow?” I tease.

“No, little dancer.” My phone beeps, requesting a switch to video call.

I accept, my breath catching when I see his face.

“Hey,” I say softly, losing myself in his dark eyes.

“Hey, you,” he says back. “Say it again.”

“I love you, Cal Frazer. But I’ve already told you that.”

Cal drops his forehead against the phone. “I thought you were dreaming,” he says.

“What, dreaming that I love you?” I ask, loving the vulnerable side he lets me see.

Caleb Frazer, to the rest of the world, is cocky and confident. Sure, of himself. To me, he’s Cal, with the same vulnerabilities and insecurities as everyone else.

“But you didn’t repeat it in the morning,” he says, pulling the phone away and closing his eyes.

“If I remember correctly, I woke up to your mouth on my pussy and then your phone going soon afterwards. You were late meeting your mother. From what I remember, we were laughing too hard trying to find your underwear.”

“Point taken,” he says, grinning, “but you can say it as many times as you like from now on. Just so you know.”

I roll my eyes and chuckle. “Don’t worry, you’ll be sick of hearing it. I promise.”

He pulls back, his face becoming serious.

“I love you, April Wilson. I can’t believe I’m here and you’re there.”

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