Making His Baby(151)

“Jesus, Olivia. Why won’t you just let me do something for you?”

“You’ve done enough!” I explode unintentionally. The emotion that’d been rising in my chest since he picked up finally erupted. “Expensive gifts don’t fix a broken heart, Sebastian.”

His silence is ominous before he clears his throat. “I’m fucking lost without you, Olivia.”

His usually confident and sure tone is masked by what I want to say is sadness.

“I miss you more than you can imagine. The gifts are my only way of getting through to you because you won’t pick up the phone. Do you know how frustrating that is?”

Emotion jams the words in my throat, so I just look to my left and blink away the tears forming in my eyes.

“Olivia, you have no idea how many times I’ve picked up the phone to call you after a big win at work or a frustrating meeting that went sour. I call you anyway even though I know it’s going to voicemail just so I can hear your voice. I’ve run out of ways to tell you I’m sorry so I’ve resorted to showing you instead. It’s all I have left.”

“Sebastian,” I whisper through a cloud of tears.

“It’s not the same without you, Olivia. I need you,” he says earnestly.

Just when I think my heart can’t hurt any more, his words amp up the pain even more.

Because I need him, too. It’s taken me a while to realize it but he became my lifeline in such a short period of time.

When things ended abruptly, I wasn’t prepared for the crushing pain. It was unbearable.

“I swear to God I didn’t do anything with that woman and I never will because my heart belongs to you. Only you.”

Rounding the corner, I bite my bottom lip to still the tears. My apartment is in view now and I will myself to make it inside the elevator before I open the floodgates and start wailing like a baby.

I shouldn’t have called him. This was a bad idea. I’m not over him.

I don’t think I’ll ever be over him.

“I have to go,” I croak out miserably.

“Olivia, please—”

But I hang up before he can get in another word.

The sincerity in his voice makes it clear that I made a huge mistake and I don’t know if I will ever forgive myself for that.

Finally, I reach the high-rise luxury building that I splurged on. It’s about a twenty-minute walk from campus and has every amenity I could ever need.

I fling open the door to the lobby of the building and sprint for the elevator, ignoring the warm greeting from Ralph, the doorman.

Once the elevators doors slide close, I dissolve into a pile of tears near the back of the confined space. Sobs are shaking my shoulders by the time I reach the tenth floor. My floor.

Stepping off the elevator, I wipe my tears and try to focus on calming breaths as I search for my key. Eyes cast down, I collide with a solid figure just near the end of the hall.

Looking up, an apology is right at the tip of my tongue until I realize who it is.

“Sebastian?”

“Olivia,” he breathes before crushing me in a hug.

His arms engulf my small frame in a warm embrace, causing me to melt against him because I’ve been craving his touch for weeks and the moment has finally come.

“What are you doing here?” I ask, my words muffled against his solid chest.

“I missed you,” Sebastian says into my hair.

His familiar scent greets my nostrils and I breathe him in deeply.

Sebastian.

He’s really here.

Ravenously, his mouth devours mine in the most sensual way. I’ve never been kissed quite so thoroughly. He pulls away roughly, his fingers firmly grasping my chin to hold me in place.

“Forgive me,” he says and I know it isn’t a request. His intense eyes are trained on me.

All I can do is nod.

“I had no idea about your shithead ex. That explained a lot. I got why you were so disappointed in me.”

Amazed, I stare at him wide-eyed. “How did you find out about that?”

A secret smile touches his perfect lips.

“Your friend Winnie has been very helpful in the last few weeks. I hacked her phone carrier and got her number,” he says nonchalantly.

“Sebastian!” I whisper, scandalized, and look around to make sure no one heard him.

“What? I was desperate. I had to put the resources I had to use.”

I only narrow my eyes at him playfully, still so happy that he’s standing in front of me.

“Shit, I missed you,” he declares before pulling me closer to him. So close that I can feel the erection straining against his fly.

Instantly, my center starts pulsing in sync with his erection.

“I love you,” he says, never breaking eye contact. “I think I knew it the second you got off that damn plane.”