GABRIELLE’S POV
Damon didn’t come home last night and I wasn’t even a bit surprised he didn’t bother calling to tell me.
But tonight, he had to come home to get some files for his meetings. The earlier he finished his business, the earlier we could leave New York.
I stood by the balcony waiting for Damon to come home.
Fiorella had long gone to bed and I opened a fresh bottle of wine after we had shared one. A man in his late twenties, Karl, was sitting on my bed, shirtless and staring at me.
“You look beautiful in that robe just sitting there like a bored housewife,” he said, a smile on his face.
It was refreshing to see him smile. Damon never smiled. He smirked, teased, and taunted me but he never fully smiles.
“You have a bored housewife fantasy?” I asked.
He stood up and w
