We stay that way for a few more seconds until his grip tightens on my arm.

"Okay. Fine. I’m just not used to it. It bothers me and I have to keep poking at it. Like a loose tooth," I admit.

"Well, I can assure you, you have no reason to feel insecure. Christ knows you have enough men begging at your feet to spend time with you. Leave my employees alone," he says again, tightening his grip on me.

"Okay. Geez, I really should learn to keep my mouth shut," I grumble as we resume walking.

"Well, only in the case of you actually speaking, otherwise I quite like your mouth open," he says pleasantly but with an underlying tone.

I glare at him. "That is an incredibly rude thing to say," but I see the smile in his eyes and let him off.

CHAPTER NINETY-NINE

Back upstairs in his apartment, CK moves over to pick up a bottle of wine to take back to his room. Sebastian is still lounging around but jumps up when he sees us. Throwing me his iPad, I deftly catch it as he says, "Ah, young love. Or should that be really, really old love? Quite the striking couple."

I look down and see a photo of us leaving the restaurant, when he smiled down at me and I looked back up at him with that soft smile. I wasn't aware I had so much love in my eyes for him and vice versa and it is quite sobering to see. Cole is going to fucking freak!

“I didn't even see anyone take that," I say as CK sidles over to have a look.

"Hm, beautiful as always, my love," he says quietly and kisses the top of my head. He hands me a glass of wine and I down it in one gulp, holding it out for more. I hand the iPad back to Sebastian, who peers at me curiously. "What's the big deal? Your husband knows you are fucking, it's not like it'll come as a shock to him."

"That isn't the point," I mutter and flop heavily on the piano stool. “And this isn’t just fucking, we are in love,” I add, my temper flaring.

"You, play?" Sebastian says, clearly wanting to change the subject away from the sudden sober mood.

"Yes," I say and lift the lid, pushing the photo aside to deal with later. I put my glass down and start to play Bagatelle No. 25 in A-minor.

"Ah, ‘Für Elise,'" Sebastian says. "Hey, she's good," he says to CK, who smiles with pride.

"I know."

"I had a good teacher," I smile mysteriously, watching closely as CK's smile falters slightly.

"Oh?" Sebastian says. "Who?"

I remain silent and carry on playing as CK glowers at me.

"Who?" Sebastian now demands.

I cut off my playing and switch to Piano Sonata No. 8 as CK growls, "Wolfgang," in a tone that leaves no doubt over his feelings with regard to that.

"Mozart?" Sebastian asks incredulously. "He taught you how to play the piano?"

"He did, in Paris," I say casually. "Such a brilliant man."

"Oh, please," CK scoffs. "You are just saying that because you were sleeping with him."

I stop playing, my anger over this old ar

gument not having abated over the years. "Hey, that is the other way around and you know it!" I yell.

Sebastian looks from me to our sire, both glaring at each other and says, "Well, looks like there's a bit of tension there. Do tell." He settles down onto the sofa with a glass of wine and looks expectantly at us, but I ignore him, not wanting to think of that time, of the first man I was with after Fraser.

Sebastian is disappointed when neither of us starts talking. CK is in a bad mood now that a part our past he finds upsetting has been dug up. I declare bedtime to placate him.

"Come, my love," I say to him sweetly. "You know I love you."

He acquiesces ungraciously, which makes me laugh.

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