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Olivia had decided, with his encouragement, to keep her condo. She’d had the movers bring her clothing, mementoes, office furniture, various accent pieces and some kitchen appliances including an ice cream maker. He couldn’t wait. Wilson Dairy’s super premium ice cream was the absolute best, and he had a Wilson living with him now to make it just for him. Lucky as fuck was more like it.
Sergio’s sister Antonella, the lead designer at Martinez Designs, and her partner Elisa, a marketing executive at the company had eagerly volunteered to help out on moving day. His youngest sister Valeria was on a date with her new boyfriend and couldn’t join them.
He worried about his youngest sister. She was only twenty-five and had always been shy with the opposite sex. A numbers nerd with a big heart who unfortunately still lived with his father. Sergio had offered to let her move in with him after he’d left Martinez Designs, but she’d declined, assuring him she’d be fine and wanted to find her own place soon anyway.
Sergio didn’t particularly care for Valeria’s new boyfriend either. Diego Alvarez, youngest son of Fernando Alvarez, otherwise known as the “condo king of Florida,” was cocky and entitled. Not who Sergio would have chosen for his baby sister. He’d keep an eye on the arrogant thirty-year old Alvarez and step in if he saw fit, whether Valeria liked it or not.
Anxious to see Olivia moving around their home, he rushed up the stairs forgoing the elevator to the fourth floor, housing their full-floor master suite, with an enormous dressing room and a double bathroom spa. He was looking forward to spending their first night together as live-ins after Antonella and Elisa left.
“Querida,” Sergio called out when he entered what would be their sanctuary from now on.
“In the closet.”
Sergio’s body flashed and sizzled in an all-consuming heat. The closet had a comfy, overstuffed couch. They had some time before he needed to fire up the grill in the courtyard and feed everyone. Perfect timing.
He was surprised to find Olivia seated on the couch wearing white jean shorts and a lavender tank top, with a worried expression marring her lovely face. Shoes and sandals from the world’s top designers like Prada, Gucci, Jimmy Choo, Louboutin, and Manolo Blahnik among others were scattered across the carpeted floor. Inexplicably, the expansive shoe closet was empty.
Olivia gazed at him with tear glistened eyes. What was going on? The shoe closet was enormous and would easily accommodate all her shoes with room for more.
Sergio kneeled down in front of her, and gently placed his hands on her thighs, her skin soft and warm. His heart melted seeing her so distressed. “What’s the matter? There’s more than enough room for your shoes, isn’t there?”
Then it hit him like a ton of bricks. Was she reconsidering moving in with him? Had she changed her mind and was hiding in the closet until she worked up the courage to tell him she was leaving before she’d even gotten fully unpacked? Sergio’s fingers and toes went numb, and he experienced shortness of breath, making him feel faint.
Olivia squeezed his hands gently. “At my place, although it was spacious, I didn’t have this kind of shoe storage. I had most of them labeled in boxes. I’m a little overwhelmed about how to arrange them now that I have all this space.”
Thank fuck. He slumped in relief and chuckled. She wasn’t leaving. Hadn’t changed her mind about moving in.
“I know it seems silly,” Olivia said. “I’ll figure it out. Did you think I changed my mind about moving in? I haven’t, I promise. I want to be here with you.”
“I admit, you had me worried for a minute.” Sergio brought his lips to hers with a light, teasing touch. Olivia’s plump, kissable lips tasted like sweet heaven.
She moaned as they shared intense, beautiful kisses. His cock ached to bury itself deep inside her. Mindful of the short amount of time they had, Sergio unceremoniously removed her tank top and unhooked her matching satin lavender bra.
Olivia’s nipples puckered, calling out to his lips. He captured one distended tip between his lips, savoring the taste of her heated skin. She arched her back and ran her fingers through his hair.
“We can’t right now. We have guests and you’re cooking for us.”
Sergio smiled at her use of the word “we” and captured her other nipple with his teeth and tugged, causing her to moan.
“We’ll have to make this quick then,” was Sergio’s reply. He unbuckled his cargo shorts and tore off his shirt. “Hurry, take your shorts and panties off.”
Olivia awkwardly worked on getting her shorts off while sitting on the couch.
“Hey, guys. Are you in here? Antonella’s ready to get the grill going so we can eat.”
Shit. It was Elisa. Damn it. “Shhh. Don’t say anything.” Sergio urged Olivia. They were so close, and he was so hard. Their guests could wait a few minutes, couldn’t they?
Unfortunately, Olivia didn’t seem to agree, shoved at him, and gathered her clothes. “Yes, we’re here. We’ll be down in a minute,” she called out.
“Fuck. Tell my sister I don’t appreciate getting cock blocked in my own home,” Sergio said as he grabbed his discarded shirt. He’d figure out a way to get her back.
He heard Elisa snicker, the smart ass. “I’ll make sure to mention it.”
About an hour later, under the protection of the screened pergola in the courtyard, they were all seated around the table with perfectly grilled steaks, marinated chicken, bacon wrapped asparagus and baked potatoes. They each had an ice-cold Corona to top off the meal. Maybe he’d let Antonella off the hook after all.
Antonella’s grin was a mile wide. She lifted her beer bottle. “I love seeing the two of you together again after being apart for so long. To second chances.” They all raised their bottles in salute and took a sip. Antonella glanced lovingly at Elisa. “And to new beginnings.”
Sergio hoped that meant the ladies had come out. He couldn’t imagine hiding who he was from the world. How painful it must have been for them over the last three years. He wondered if his father’s attitude had something to do with the girls remaining in the closet to some extent. Damn him.
