Careless (Enemies to Lovers 3)

Fuck, I can’t wait to see that. I chuckle as I walk to Leigh.

“Are you ready?” I ask.

“Yes.”

I wrap my arm around her waist and press a hard kiss to her mouth.

“Let’s go. I have something I want to show you.”

As the cab drives to the address I gave, I keep Doc busy by asking about her day. When the cab pulls up to the apartment block, I pay. I take Doc’s hand in mine and walk into the foyer where the agent is meeting us.

“Mr. West, thank you for meeting with me.”

“Jill, this is my girlfriend, Dr. Baxter.”

They shake hands and Doc gives me a questioning look.

“Shall we go up?” Jill asks.

We get into the elevator, and Jill swipes a keycard before pressing the number for the floor. When the doors open and we step out, Doc’s eyes widen.

“Wow,” she breathes as I walk her into the living room.

I’ve arranged with Jill to wait while I talk to Doc.

“Do you like it?”

Doc nods as her eyes dart all over the place.

“It’s stunning. I love the wide windows. Are you looking for a place for you and Marcus?”

I take hold of her chin and bring her face back to me.

“I was hoping you’d move in with me.”

I watch her face closely as my words sink in. Her eyes widen, and a beautiful smile spreads across her face.

Her eyes start to sparkle and her chin trembles as she asks, “You want us to live together?”

“My love for you is infinite, Doc. When I look into your eyes, I see my future. You’re my home, and if you don’t like this place, we can keep looking. As long as I get to be with you, I don’t care where we live.”

She raises herself on her toes and framing my jaw she kisses me softly.

“I love this place. When can we move in?”

I turn to where Jill is. “Thanks, Jill. She said yes.”

“Congrats.” Jill walks over to us and hands us two keycards. “I hope you’re both happy here.”

As Jill leaves, Doc frowns. “That was quick.”

“I’ve already purchased it. I figured if you said no, Marcus could have it.”

“So, it’s ours?” she gasps.

“Yeah.” I smile as I wrap my arm around her waist and pick her up against my body. “How about we christen it?”

I carry her over to the counter that separates the living room from the kitchen and set her down on it. I place my hands on the counter, and cage her in with my body.