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"It's a surprise, and we will go back," he says, letting go of my hand to put his arm around my waist and pulling me to his side. I'm a little surprised when we get to his apartment, and I wait as he unlocks the door. Elliot switches the lights on, tugging on my hand so I follow him into the bedroom.

"If the surprise is your cock, well, I've seen that before," I joke, making Elliot laugh.

"No, but we will be seeing to my cock issues before we leave," he says, winking at me. I laugh, surprised by his joke.

"I think I'm rubbing off on you," I say while Elliot opens one of the very large wardrobes at the side of his bed.

"Come here," he says, and I move in front of him, wondering what the hell he is doing. My mouth literally drops open at the sight of all my clothes in his wardrobe. My shoes are lined up at the bottom, too.

"Elliot, why did you–" I ask, stopping when he turns me to look at him.

"You’re moving in with me. Well, I've moved you in already," he says with a cheeky grin.

"You didn't want to ask me first?" I ask him, tilting my head to the side.

"I knew the answer," he answers, moving forward so our bodies are almost touching.

"You’re a cocky man, Elliot King," I say through a smile, loving the fact that I now live with the man I love, but I won't tell him that straight away.

"But you love me," he whispers before kissing me. My dress is soon removed, as well as Elliot's clothes, before I'm standing in front of him in only my heels.

"Those fucking, sexy shoes stay on while I fuck you," Elliot tells me before picking me up and pushing me against the wall. I gasp in pleasure as he picks me up. His lips push into mine as he enters me quickly, making me moan out with the feeling of him.

We don't go back to his club that night because neither of us want to leave our bedroom.

Chapter 30

Elliot

"Want some help with that?" Harley asks while sitting in the kitchen as I tape up the last box.

"Nah, I can carry two at a time, old man," I joke while Harley gently punches me on the arm.

"Go on then, you cheeky shit." He laughs, going back to his paperwork.

There are only four boxes left of my clothes and general stuff I didn’t have time to collect earlier.I smile, remembering Allie leaving my bed this morning to pack more of her stuff at her oldapartment. I go to open the door at a weird angle and manage not to drop a box. I walk out, and to my surprise, there's a hand in the air that narrowly misses my face.

"Shit," I say as one of the boxes drops to the floor.

"I'm so sorry," a girl says, causing me to finally look at her. I don't recognise her; she has light-red hair, which looks long, up in a ponytail. She is wearing a black coat and dark jeans; she has a light tan, which doesn't look fake. She is pretty, and I fucking hope she isn’t a one night stand who’s come back for one of my brothers.

"Who are you?" I ask bluntly, causing her to straighten up a little.

"I'm looking for Izzy," she says, looking behind me. Izzy is actually here for once. She stayed over last night with Blake, but I'm not sure if I should call her before I know who this is.

"Who's that?" Izzy says behind me, and I move aside so she can see. Before I know it, I’m pushed out of the way by my little sister, causing me to drop the other box this time, which crashes to the floor.

For fuck’s sake.

Izzy is hugging this girl while the girl has a big smile on her face.

"Tilly, what the hell are you doing here so early?" Izzy asks, pulling back to look at her friend.

"Long story," Tilly mutters.

"I knew you would drop one," Harley says with a laugh as he comes in the now-cramped hallway.

"Who's this?" he asks, looking at Tilly with a look I haven’t seen before. Tilly looks star-struck as she stares back at Harley before Izzy clears her throat, making everyone look at her.

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