Page 85 of Tormented Billionaire Romance Series

“Well, I do have to run some errands.” I stood up from the couch and went to grab my purse. As I walked by the couch, I leaned toward her. “I'll keep you updated, okay?”

“Alright, could you pick up some more milk on the way home? We're running out.”

“Of course.”

She waved as I headed for the door. I climbed into my car with my brain running about a mile a minute. It was getting harder to dig through the clutter of my thoughts. Even though Laura was right about Levon making my heart happy, I hadn't wanted to admit it.

Saturday nighthadbeen magical. We had engaged with each other in the same ways as always with some new feelings on top of it. I was still swimming with the sensation he had delivered to me repeatedly when we made love in the guest room.

I shivered as I turned the key in the ignition.

I still had one more thing to do.

I tightened my grip on the wheel as I pulled out of my sister's driveway. As I maneuvered toward the downtown area, I kept my grip on the wheel to keep myself from gnawing on my nails. I had spent years breaking that ridiculous habit and I wasn't about to start again over two grown men who had recently acted like teenagers.

I mean, I was acting like a teenager, too. It was hard to deny. Having Levon over made me feel several years younger and that was just the very beginning of our reunion. I felt hopeful, frightened, and all over nervous as I pulled up in front of my old apartment.

I sighed as I stepped out.

I stared up at the apartment building looming in front of me. It felt like a foreboding sign of what was to come.

Stop being so dramatic, I chastised myself.It's just a discussion. We're not getting back together and I'm going to let him know about Levon. It's just a respectful thing to do.

I wandered up the steps and to the door that used to be mine. As I raised my hand to knock, I heard the lock turn loudly and the doorknob turn. The door creaked open. There stood Gabe with a warm smile.

He gestured to the living room. “Glad you could make it.”

“Yeah, me, too.”

“Do you want something to drink?”

“No, I,” I let out a slow breath. “No, I want to make this quick. I don't want to take up your time.”

“I don't mind you taking up my time.”

I chuckled nervously. “Well, I do.”

“I bet it's weird.”

“What?”

“Being in this apartment.”

I glanced around mournfully, noticing he had repainted the living room and even bought new couches. Everything was rearranged. It even felt energetically different.

I offered him a smile. “I'm glad you've made the places yours.”

“Yeah, I figured that would help me out considering,” he cleared his throat, and shrugged. “Well, anyway, what's going on with you?”

“I didn't want you to feel left in the dark.”

“About what?”

He gestured to the couch and I hesitantly sat down, clutching my purse to my chest. I was small and making myself smaller. I could feel it in the way I held myself.

I did my best to clear my throat. “Well, I wanted to be firm about how you and I are completely over.”

“Yeah?”

---