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This is war.
Ty is standing right here, what did you want me to do?
NOT fucking push me.
You love it when I push you.
I smiled at my text, forgetting I had an audience until I heard Ty clear his throat. “Okay Coach, have a good night, I think.”
I took the goofy smile off my face, replaced it with my famous scowl, and nodded. I hit the elevator button as a way of telling them I was going up and thankfully that did the trick. They turned and headed out the door and because there were glass windows around the entire lobby, I waited a few more minutes before I reached for Charleigh.
Stay put until I grab you.
I think I broke my ankle, you idiot.
Chapter29
Charleigh
Isat behind the bushes that Levi pushed me into with my arms crossed over my chest. I get why he did it, and if I was being honest, I was thankful he did. I didn't want to be outed any more than he did–probably moreso. But damn him for thinking I was Sisco’s size.
A bruise was going to form on my shoulder, and I really did feel like I twisted my ankle, although I may have exaggerated the pain in my text. It definitely wasn't broken, and I probably could have walked out of there if I wanted to.
When his hands parted the bushes and his head poke through, a look of concern flitted all over his face. He held his hands out and I reached for them, his eyes staying on my ankles.
“You didn't break your ankles,” he noted, relieved.
“No,” I let him pull me up and back through the gap in the bushes. “But I still may kill you. And you're still an idiot.”
“But Tyson Black has no idea you’re here, so be mad but take it out on me upstairs.”
The elevator doors reopened and luckily, no one was in there that time. We rushed in and willed the doors to close quickly as Levi swiped his access key to the penthouse.
“I forgot Ty’s girlfriend lived in my building,” Levi said as he leaned against the rail.
“How could you forget that?”
“I only had one thing on my brain, and it wasn't Ty or his girlfriend.” His gaze darkened, the moody coach he normally was returning to his features.
I had no response to the way he focused on me. It was intimidating and aside from the way he wore jeans instead of a suit, it was reminiscent of the way we took the elevator up in New York. The same jitters of excitement hit every nerve in my body, and I had to grab the rail behind me to keep from falling to my knees for him.
When the elevator made it to the top floor, we were welcomed into a private foyer, not overly gaudy but all the finer things that made a penthouse a penthouse. He walked me to the only set of double doors and entered a code, making the door unlock and open for us.
“After you, Ref.” Levi motioned for me to go in first and I did, expecting to be bombarded with all things luxury and over the top. To my surprise, the foyer was no indication of what I found inside his home.
The windows were huge, floor to ceiling, and wrapped around the exterior walls of the entire penthouse. I imagined every room that had an exterior wall was windows, but other than the obvious God-like feeling of being on top of Atlanta, everything else was understated and comfortable.
His leather couch looked worn down, a few years old, and incredibly comfortable. His decor was mostly random football memorabilia and a few pictures of a woman I assumed was his mom. There were shoes scattered by the door, a jacket thrown over a chair, and when I looked to the right, into the open concept kitchen, I saw dishes sitting in the sink.
It made him human, a man I could relate to because while he did live in the penthouse, his home wasn't pretentious. It reminded me of my home–messy comfort–and since I didn't spend a lot of time at home, a wave of contentment washed over me.
I walked further into the main room, suddenly feeling like I was where I was supposed to be. I wasted no time removing my clothes and tossing them on the chair where the jacket was strewn–a single item at a time. I knew Levi was still by the front door, watching me as I made myself at home. But he didn’t move until I was completely naked and turned around to face him.
He pushed from the door where he had been leaning and watching, making his way to me like a predator. The bag of food he had been carrying was long gone, tossed onto the pile of shoes I saw when I first walked in. His strides were long, and as he approached, he shed his own clothes, not bothering to put them on the chair but opting to leave a trail as he walked my way.
Without knowing why, I backed up a little, making him walk further to get to me but eventually, my back hit the coolness of the window.
“That is right where I wanted you,” he smirked, shedding his jeans and showing me how hard he was. His cock was thick, pulsing as he eyed me, and I licked my lips thinking of how hot it made me when I wrapped my mouth around him. “Not yet,” he added, like he knew what I was thinking.
