Chapter 150

Chapter 150
Lily’s POV

I arrive at the Mancaster building just before one, thanking Peter as he holds the door open for me to get out of the car Crew sent. The building is tall, imposing, and I tilt my head back, my heart racing at the knowledge that in a matter of minutes, I’ll see Crew.

“Give your name to the man at the front desk and he’ll instruct you to the penthouse elevator,” Tony advises after he shuts the door, his smile warm when he turns to me. “And how's your mom doing?”

“She's doing much better now. Thank you again,” I say with a faint smile, pushing past the nerves that are dancing in my stomach.

I walk into the building, the lobby similar to where I live, and when I give my name to the man behind the massive wood and lacquer desk, he nods as if he’s been waiting for me, the instructions for the penthouse elevator rattling off his tongue as if he’s said it a thousand times before.

Tucking my coat around me, I make my way to the elevator, the doors sliding open immediately after I hit the button. The elevator is incredibly fast, making my knees wobbly when I exit, and I’m about to knock on the black door directly in front of me when it swings open, revealing Crew.

His hot gaze races over me, and now my legs are wobbly for a different reason.
“Lil. I’ve missed you.” He opens the door wider, allowing me entry, and when I walk in, he immediately shuts it. And is on me in a flash.

I’m pressed against the wall, his mouth finding mine, his tongue delving inside. I match his excitement, my tongue circling his, a whimper leaving me when he breaks the kiss to run his mouth down the length of my neck.

His hands are on my waist, pinning me to the wall, his thumbs stroking my front.
“Since you decided to leave me for June. How's your mom doing now? He asks as soon as he breaks the kiss.
I smile sheepishly. “June begged me, Crew and her parents have been helping so far. Dad will soon be dealt with.”

Crew nods his head slowly. “Can't wait for the motherfucker to be dealt with. Bill's also on his tail.”

“Thank you for everything, Crew. My mom and I really can't thank you enough.” I say sincerely.

Crew looks at me with a smirk on his face as he grabs my waist closer to him.

“I know how you cab thank me and what the fuck are you wearing?” he asks, his tone full of wonder.
“A dress,” I admit shakily as I reach for his face, needing his mouth back on mine. “Do you like it?”
“I don’t know yet.” He kisses me again, and we stand there in the foyer, devouring each other for I don’t know how long until I’m finally pushing him away, desperate to catch my breath. To get my bearings.

One passionate kiss and I’m overwhelmed—in the very best way.
“Is no one home?” I ask as he wipes at the corner of his mouth. I wore the lipstick but chewed half of it off on the drive over, so his lips only have a trace of red on them.

“I told you they were all gone. I’m the only one left at home. My mother is in Mexico for a girls’ getaway weekend.” He rolls his eyes. “She claims the stress of the holidays sends her over the edge and that’s why she needs the trip, but come on. My mother doesn’t have to do anything to prepare for Christmas. She hires out people to do all that stuff.”

“My mother and I used to decorate the apartment but it's been years since we did anything,” I say.
“Is she divorcing him soon?”
“Definitely. He's evil.” I start to take off my coat and Crew comes behind me, slowly helping me out of it. “But it was kind of fun. We haven’t been this close since I was a little kid.”

“Hmm, that dress.” His tone is appreciative, and when I turn to face him, I see the lust in his eyes when they drop to the deep square neckline, the tops of my breasts on blatant display. “Fuck, Lil, you look good enough to eat.”
“Um, thank you?” I laugh. I don’t think I’ve been this happy in a long time.
“It’s a compliment.” His gaze is still stuck on my chest. “Seeing you in that dress makes me want to fuck your tits.”

Shock courses through me at his comment. I don’t know how to answer him so I changed the subject. “Take me on a tour of your place.”
“It’s my parents’ place, really,” he reminds me, his gaze dropping to the lug sole boots on my feet. “You’re going to have to take those off. You stain my mother’s white rugs, she’ll freak.”
“I don’t want to do that.” I start to take them off, placing my hand on the nearby wall, so I can pull one boot off, then the other.

Crew offers me a pair of fuzzy slippers and I step into them. He takes my hand and pulls me along with him, taking me around the massive apartment that puts my parents’ place to absolute shame. It’s huge and luxurious, with amazing views of Manhattan.

I see a few pieces that are extremely valuable.
“I see you eyeing the art.” We stop in front of a piece of art.
“They're nice.” I say slowly.
“Sometimes. Sometimes not.” He grabs my hand once more. “Come on. I’ll show you my room.”
“You never did mention where your father is,” I say as we walk down the corridor, past the wall of windows that overlooks the city.
“He’s in town.”

I come to a stop, forcing Crew to do the same. “Could he come home at any time?”
“Maybe.” Crew shrugs. “He doesn’t care if I have a girl over, Lily.”
“I might care.” Has he had other girls over? I probably shouldn’t ask.

It’s none of my business.

He turns toward me, his hands on my waist guiding me so I’m against another wall, his hot, hard body pinning me in place. “I’ve missed you and your fussy ways.”
I’m frowning. “I’m not fussy—”
He kisses me, stealing my words. “You’re adorable. And fussy. Oh, and by the way…I’ve never had a girl over here before.”

Smiling at his confession, I touch his mouth, my finger sinking between his lips. When he nips my fingertip with his teeth, I yelp, yanking my hand away. “I don’t want to make a bad first impression on your father, Crew. Us
being here alone might make him question my…morals.”

“As long as you don’t greet him naked, I think you’ll be fine.”