Gabriel POV
I'm home… I open the big door of my house. It's still early in the morning on Sunday. The house's staff just started to clean up the enormous place I called home.
I was planning to come back tomorrow because I don't think I can bear to have Isabella here without wanting her. Tomorrow is Monday and I have better control in the office. But I miss her so goddamn much. I hadn't texted her since the day they arrived in LA, but I kept texting Jack and Consuela asking about her. At this rate, Jack and Consuela might resign because they thought their boss was a loony stalker and suffered from depression. Every hour I texted them to tell me what Isabella was up to. Is it every hour? Okay (much) earlier than that. And I kept checking on my CCTV. If that is not a stalker, I don't know
