The Man Who Has No Love - Victoria Quinn Page 0,22
have to keep it?”
I felt like an asshole asking my son to lie for me. What kind of father did that? But I had to protect Cleo until I moved out of the building. Her job meant a lot to her, and I’d feel like shit if she lost it because of my jealous ex. “For a while. I’ll let you know when it’s not a secret anymore.”
“Okay, Dad.”
Five
Deacon
Like always, she knocked on the door before she stepped inside.
I was at the dining table, my laptop and papers in front of me. I looked up the second I heard her come inside. “Hey, baby.”
I loved seeing her walk in the door, like she was coming home after a long day instead of entering my condo as my assistant. “Hey.” She reached the table and set down her things.
I got out of my chair and greeted her, hooking my arm around her back and pulling her in close for a kiss. It was a hot embrace, because I hadn’t seen her in days. My hand slid to her ass, and I gave it a squeeze before I pulled away.
“I like it when you grab my ass.”
“Good. Because I wouldn’t stop even if you didn’t.” I returned to the table. “I have some leftovers in the kitchen if you’re hungry.”
“No, I’m fine.” She sat down and looked at the papers in front of her.
I continued to stare, because I knew she had something to say. “So, I’ve found you a place.” I knew she hated this so deeply, letting me uproot my life for her, but there was just no way around it. There would never be a scenario where I could live in the building and openly carry on a relationship with her.
“Alright.”
She handed me the folder. “The square footage is similar. It’s got a great view. It’s been recently renovated, so it’s got brand-new appliances, hardwood floors, et cetera. It’s just a few blocks from here, so you’ll still be close to Derek.”
I took the folder and looked at it without reacting, flipping through the papers and reading the features.
“I’m sorry…” I could tell she hated this.
“It’s alright.” I kept flipping through until I was done. Then I set it down. “I’ll take it.”
She studied my gaze. “You don’t like it.”
I shrugged. “It’s good enough.”
“I want you to love where you live.”
“Honestly, anything other than this place is a step down. But it’s comparable enough.”
She took the folder back and returned it to her pile. “I’ll keep looking.”
I watched her and I could imagine the guilt she felt, as if we were doing something wrong. “As long as I have you, I don’t give a damn where I live. The place is great. I’ll take it.”
“Tell me what you don’t like about it so I can do better.”
I sighed.
“Come on, please.”
I was quiet for a while, looking out the window. “Kitchen is too small. I’ve got a lot of appliances since I cook all the time. It needs to face the opposite direction because I want to see the sunset, not the sunrise. None of the bedrooms are big enough for my private gym.” He didn’t look at me, like he hated complaining.
She didn’t take it personally. “I’ll keep looking.”
I turned back to her. “Even if we never find the perfect place, I’m okay with relocating. Don’t feel bad about that.”
“It’s hard not to.” Her voice dropped. “I know you love it here.”
I did it love it there. It was the perfect location, the perfect view, the perfect everything. “But you’re the reason why I love it.”
Her eyes softened.
“Any luck with an assistant?”
She cringed. “No…”
I knew she would get me someone great, someone who would bend over backward to make my life easy. But maybe that wasn’t so simple after all.
“It’s hard to find the right person, someone good enough for you.”
“What about Lily?”
She shook her head. “She’s good for simple tasks for your mother, but I think she would annoy you.”
“Everyone annoys me.”
“That’s why this is so hard.”
No matter who she picked, it would be a major step down…since she was the best. “As long as they can do most things well, I’m fine with that. I’m not expecting another you.” There wasn’t another her in the entire world. She added significant value to the building. It was the reason it was so hard to get in here, to have a professional like Cleo to make resident’s lives simpler.
“Well, none of them come close.”
I was sacrificing my prime piece