Page 90 of Fake Love

Lucky an idea pops into my head.

“Nope, ‘other things’ will happen. Grab your things.”

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I haven’t been back in my apartment since before I went to rehab.

The night at Perversa, after Dante Rossetti gave me a good mental kick in the ass and told me he would help me get clean, was the last night I step foot through my front door.

It was a mess back then. There were clothes everywhere with a few bits of trash scattered around. It felt unlivable and like I wasn’t able to breath when I walked in. Add that I had few stashes of drugs calling my name, I couldn’t stay there. I had to leave. So that night I packed a bag and stayed in a hotel.

In the days after that, Dante sent a couple of his men to come clean out the drugs. Once that was done, I hired someone to clean the place from top to bottom and to come in every few weeks to clear out the dust.

Now, walking in it feels strange. It’s the same apartment, just cleaner and it doesn’t make me feel like I’m going to suffocate.

Maybe it’s because I know there isn’t any coke waiting for me to take a snort. Or maybe it’s the woman that’s at my side that is making me feel calmer than I have ever felt.

“This is a really nice place, but I think I like your apartment back in San Francisco better,” Jen muses, turning to give me a smile as she walks deeper into the living room.

“Yeah, I think I like that apartment better too.” I mutter out, not really feeling the need to talk about real estate.

“Then why keep this place?” She asks, heading to the window that overlooks the river.

“Chicago is home, got to have a place to come back to in the off season.”

Her smiles falls a bit at my comment about this being home.

Looking at her, I think it might be more about what we agreed would happen once the final pitch of the season was thrown.

Wanting her in my arms I close the distance between us, molding her body to mine when we are only a few feet apart.

“Now that this is real, we don’t have an expiration date. You know that, right?”

“I think I still have to wrap my head around that. It hasn’t fully sunk in that we are together in an official capacity just yet.”

“It’s only been an hour or so. Give it a week and all you will be able to talk about to Selena is your professional baseball player boyfriend.” I lean down and place a kiss right under her ear.

I fucking love that I can kiss her when ever I want now.

“Oh I have to tell Selena!” She exclaims, wiggling out of my hold.

The relationship this girl has with her best friend is insane but for right now that’s going to have to wait.

“You can call Selena later, I have something else in mind right now,” I say as I bring her body back to mine.

When she comes back to me, her bottom lip sticks out to give me a sad face. “Calling Selena and your plans can be done simultaneously.”

Speechless.

This woman has rendered me speechless and my mind has to take a few seconds to even come up with something to say.

It takes me a few tries, but eventually I’m able to get the words out.

“I know you love your best friend but I’m pretty sure she doesn’t want to hear you moaning out my name as I slide my tongue against your pussy. Better yet, when my cock is sliding into home.”

“Did you just use a baseball analogy to describe you fucking me?”

I give her a shrug. “My baseball analogy is better than you wanting to call your best friend while I screw the ever living shit out of you.”

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