Long after the doors slammed behind his family Drake was still sitting at his desk watching Rose sleep, unable to get the words of his father out of his head. There was nothing to say he couldn’t have a lover, a mistress he could have until he tired of her. He could take her from here and keep her to himself. The notion she had her own obligations kept popping into his head and the reminder of her family who loved and adored her would miss her if he stole her away was a constant nagging reminder. He was losing his mind, yet he still considered it.
He’d also be able to keep her safe from her maniacal grandfather if he whisked her away.
Suddenly he realized she was staring back at him, her eyes full of emotion. She lifted her head and then let it fall back down to the sofa as if the weight
