Pun intended.
There was another large, picturesque window dominating Easton’s room. I put my back toward the large bed covered in a black comforter and stared out the window.
Can I have sex with him one more time? Or will sleeping with him after admitting my feelings to myself ruin me even more?
His heavy hands landed on my shoulders, his chin resting on the top of my head. “What do you think of my place?” he asked after a while when I continued to stare out the window.
“It’s very imposing, and black. Fuck, Easton, even the devil has some color,” I joked, refusing to allow the tears clogging my throat to alter my voice.
He hummed on the top of my head noncommittally.
“And there isn’t anything personal here. No pictures. No art. Nothing to show this is your place. Fuck, at this point I would be happy to see a sex dungeon.” I was being mean and spiteful. Pushing him away just like Jules had done to Cole, but the difference was Cole loved Jules.
Foolish me.
“My ex and I bought this penthouse together.”
I held my breath, afraid to break whatever spell Easton was in, since he was handing me information about the elusive ex, the one he said we’d never talk about.
“We were engaged.”
My heart squeezed, but I held strong and kept my mouth shut.
“I gave her full range to decorate however she wanted to. She gutted the place and made it her own. Apparently, black wasn’t just her favorite color, it was also the color of her heart.” Easton swallowed, and I felt the movement against the back of my head. “She cheated on me. In this bedroom, actually. With one of my friends.”
I reached behind me and grabbed Easton’s hand, allowing the tears to fall. That stupid woman ruined Easton, and unlike Jules, I didn’t think he was going to open his heart again, or at least to me.
“I bought her out. I don’t know why I didn’t let her buy me out.” He chuckled. “Actually, I do know. She loved this place, she was involved in all the purchases. Do you know there are appliances in the kitchen I still don’t know what they do, or how they work?”
My tears gathered speed, sliding down my cheeks faster and heavier.
“She fought me at first, saying I hated this place, and I did. She eventually relented since it was her betrayal that ended us. I haven’t had the urge to decorate. I’m barely here. I stay at work. I bury myself in work.”
“Do you have a couch in your office?" I asked.
“I do,” he answered with confusion in his voice.
“Is it more comfortable than those dumb leather ones downstairs? Because those look uncomfortable as fuck.”
Easton laughed behind me, and I smiled, tasting my tears.
“My work couch is comfortable, but not as comfortable as yours.” Easton picked me up, throwing me over his shoulder.
“What are you doing?” I asked, squeezing his ass.
I’m not strong enough to resist his fabulous ass.
“I’m taking you to your house and your amazing couch. I like your house better, it feels more like home.”
Chapter 22
Easton didn’t let me down even when we got into the elevator. He threw me in his car and buckled me up, acting like he was afraid I’d run away after seeing his penthouse, which I had dubbed his revenge shrine.
“We’ll get your car later,” he said, his eyes firmly planted on the road.
“Okay, you know how much I like you driving me around. Besides, these heated seats are magical.” I switched on my seat to show my sincerity.
We didn’t speak while he drove to my house. My bottom lip was trapped between my teeth on the drive. I could tell Easton had things on his mind, too, mostly by the way he gripped the steering wheel.