Page 88 of Falling for the CEO

I changed quickly, determined not to mull that over too much. I managed to focus on happy things on my way. Once I'd stepped inside the Prudential Center on Boylston Street, I noticed a small camera crew and a gorgeous woman who was clearly an influencer of some sort in front of Sephora. I thought straight back to Taylor coming home. Shit, what would this mean for me and Spencer? We'd never really talked about what would happen when I moved out, partly because it seemed so far away, though really it wasn't. But we were both so consumed with the now that we didn't want to worry about what might come next—at least, that was true for me.

I needed to shake myself out of it. I had to move on eventually, and I couldn’t do it surrounded by the furniture my ex picked out. I had to brace myself and sell that old crap.

I had pictures of all the furniture. I took them right before coming over to Taylor's. But I'd never put them on Craigslist because that would mean traveling back and forth whenever people wanted to see the furniture or buy it, but now I had to put on my big girl pants and get the job done.

First things first, I went straight to the baby shop on the second floor. I nearly jumped up and down with excitement when I saw the sale sign on the onesie I'd been tracking for weeks.

I strolled inside, pointing toward the window of the shop. "Hi! I’d like to buy that onesie along with the rest in the set."

"Oh, you want the whole trio," the sales associate said. "Right away. But I only have the one that is on the mannequin."

"That's fine." I planned to wash them anyway.

I looked around, sighing. I swear I wanted to buy everything. Not that Ben needed anything. Spencer was spoiling him constantly, as he should. But still, all these tiny things were extremely cute.

Afterward, I went straight to the tie shop where I'd eyed something for Spencer. He didn’t need any more ties, but this one just dripped sex appeal. It was checkered with various shades of dark blue. The second I’d seen it online, I knew he had to have it.

"I'll take this one." I pointed it out to the sales associate, who immediately took a brand new one and carefully folded it. I couldn't wait to see Spencer’s expression.

"Here you go, miss," the sales associate said, handing me the bag after I paid.

Armed with gifts for the two men in my life, I decided to get a treat for myself. I didn’t feel guilty at all because I’d bought everything at amazing discounts.

I'd spotted a coffee shop in the corner. Since it was late afternoon, there weren't too many people. I bought a decaf espresso and sat down, giddily staring at the gifts. I took a picture of them for no reason at all. I wasn't going to tell Spencer. I wanted it to be a surprise.

Then, glancing at the pic, I scrolled over to the ones I'd taken of the furniture, gathering my courage. I decided to rip off the Band-Aid. It was more annoying to make Craigslist posts from my phone, but I was determined to do it. While sipping my coffee, I uploaded every photo. It was all IKEA stuff, so I wasn't going to get a lot of money for it. I was going to replace it with other IKEA items too. But I couldn't keep living there surrounded by the stuff Wally had picked out. He'd taken enough from me, and I refused to give him anything else, especially my peace of mind. I couldn't remember the measurements of a dresser, so I left that one in drafts.

After downing the last mouthful of coffee, I stood, grabbing the bags of gifts. I flashed a smile, looking up at the ceiling. I knew it was silly, but I liked to say I was smiling at the universe, and it could send all sorts of good things my way. And hadn't it been generous lately? I had two lovely men in my life.

Stop thinking of Ben as yours. Spencer too.

But I was in a good mood. My life was great, and it was only going to get better, even if I had to move away from Spencer and Ben.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Spencer

---