Sexting My Ex’s Dad (Forbidden Silver Foxes)

48. Elio

48

ELIO

I open the door, so Stella can slide into my black SUV. I never really drive this car, always opting for something a little more expensive, but this seems like a good time. “I’m happy you’ve decided to move closer, Stella,” I tell her. “I can protect you a little bit better.”

She rolls her eyes at me. “It has nothing to do with me moving closer. You hated my apartment.”

She’s right. “Guilty.” I shrug. Her last apartment was horrible, and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a bit scared every time I went to stay the night with her. I keep a gun in my car, but what good is that going to do if someone popped up in her apartment? At least my mansion is behind gates.

She tucks a strand of her long, wavy brown hair behind her ear. “I can’t believe you took off from work to help me. I could have done it on my own.”

“It’s not like it’s hard for me to take off,” I remind her. “I own the place. I can do whatever I want.”

“That’s right billionaire bully.”

I groan. “You know I’m not exactly sure I like that nickname.”

“Too late, you’re stuck with it.”

The first apartment we visit is a modern, open-concept loft with floor-to-ceiling windows that fill the space with light. Stella takes in every detail: the polished concrete floors, the sleek stainless steel appliances, and the exposed brick walls.

“Wow,” she breathes, her hazel eyes wide with wonder. “This place is beautiful.”

“It is?” I agree. But as we walk through the rooms, I sense her hesitation. She pauses at the windows, frowning slightly as she considers the busy street below.

“Is something wrong?” I ask.

Stella sighs, her fingers absently playing with a strand of her hair. “It’s just...I don’t know if I can see myself living here. It feels too...impersonal, maybe? Like it’s missing something.”

“Fair enough,” I say. “Let’s keep looking.”

Considering the ratshack that Stella had moved from, I never would have thought that she’d be so picky. We moved from one apartment to the next, and there was an issue with every single one of them.

Too expensive. Too big. Too small. Too closed off. Too open. Too modern. Too outdated.

I don’t complain though. I just enjoy spending time with her.

What a lovesick idiot I’m becoming.

As we enter the next apartment, I can immediately sense Stella’s interest piquing. The space is filled with natural light pouring in from the large windows, giving it a warm and inviting atmosphere. I watch her eyes roam over the exposed brick walls and the high ceilings, taking in the details that make this place feel more like a home than anything else we’ve seen so far.

“Wow, Elio,” she says, her fingers tracing the smooth edge of the granite countertops in the open kitchen. “This place is... really nice.”

“I think it would suit you.”

She raises an eyebrow at me. “Would you complain about coming to see me here?”

I shake my head. “Not at all. And imagine all the incredible places in here that I could bend you over and…”

Her cheeks flush a captivating shade of pink as she playfully shoves my chest. “Elio!” she exclaims, laughter bubbling up in her throat. “Is that all you think about?”

I smirk. “Yes. I’m a man.”

“Isn’t your sex drive supposed to be slowing down with old age?”

“Last I checked, forties are middle aged.”

“If you say so.” She laughs. “I think this one is it.”

“Good. Sign the papers, so it won’t be illegal when we break the place in.” I pat her butt to encourage her, and she squeals.

“I’ll go sign now!”