Sarre and Giada were sitting in his office lounge area, each with a glass of bourbon in hand when a bang on their door made them both look up in surprise.
Sarre immediately reached for his phone in the pocket of the coat he’d discarded nearly an hour ago after telling Luigi he was in charge since he wanted time with his wife before heading down to the casino once he tucked her into bed. “f**k,” he cursed as he read a message and nearly jumped the back of the sofa to race for the door.
Giada reading the reaction raced behind him as he flung the door open to find her father standing breathless panting.
“Thank god you have clothes on,” he grasped his chest. “I was really hoping not to witness your marriage consummation.”
“Ew Dad.”
“My phone was off,” Sarre was swinging into his coat.
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