Betrayal

Chapter 30

I can feel the excitement rising in my stomach as he parks the car. We're at the apartment building. I look down at his hand where it's resting on my thigh, then look over at him. He's already staring at me with a smile on his face. He looks unbelievably handsome even after working a twelve hour shift.

A day after he came back for work I came, too. I've spent all day packing my things and waiting for him to come get me. He insisted I didn't go to the new apartment yet until he could come with me. That he had a surprise for me.

"Ready?"

"Yes," I say, unable to stop my smile from growing.

He gets out first and opens the door for me. I still can't stop smiling as we go into the building. There's a doorman that greets us and as soon as we step into the elevator, he's kissing me. He holds me close to him, kissing my cheek and my hair and nuzzling his face to mine. I'm blushing as my breath leaves me.

He's wearing his white coat and a dark suit underneath it and looks so god damn handsome. I don't know what it is about him in a suit, especially with his doctor's coat over it, but it turns me on. And the way he's touching me, how he's all over me like this, turns me on even more.

When the elevator stops he leads me out, down the corridor, and to the apartment. He steps behind me and before I can speak, he's covering my eyes with one of his hands.

"Warren-"

"Shh, sweetheart."

I grip his coat tightly in one hand and loosely hold to his wrist with my other. I listen, hearing the key turn in the lock, the door being opened, and he's making me walk in. I take slow, careful steps until he stops me.

He rests his hands on my shoulders and squeezes them gently. It prompts me to open my eyes. I gasp. My heart begins to race, beating harshly against my chest. A wave of love and adoration comes over me. It's the strongest I've ever felt it in the time we've been together.

He's completely furnished the apartment. My eyes immediately go to the windows. There's an easel with a large red bow stuck to it and a table filled with supplies for me to paint. I can tell just looking at the easel and all of the furniture that it had to have cost him a fortune.

My legs are shaking and I'm having trouble taking an even breath as I walk slowly. I glance back at him. He's watching me as he takes his coat off and hangs it on a standing rack next to the door. I'm stunned and can't speak. He did all this in two weeks? When did he find the time?

The television mounted above the fireplace is massive. A vase filled with roses sits on the mantle, as well as empty picture frames, and knick knacks. He's had bookcases installed on both sides of the fireplace that resemble the ones in his office at the Hamptons. They're empty and I don't have nearly enough books to fill them, but I can make a start.

A glass top coffee table sits on a dark rug in front of a vast sectional. It's leather with throw blankets folded along the arms and a lot of throw pillows. They all match, dark colors, with floral patterns.

I walk to the kitchen. There's a massive coffee machine on the counter. The fridge is filled with food and drinks.

"Open the cabinets," he mutters.

I do. They're filled with brand new dishes, glasses, mugs, and there's silverware and cookware in the drawers. Pots and pans, too. He's even had a knife rack put on the wall next to the oven. Everything I could possibly need to cook. I'll have to learn to cook. The most I can make is ramen noodles and frozen meals.

I stare at him with adulation, disbelief, and try my best to put a sentence together.

"Jesus, Warren," I whisper.