You and Damien first met at a casino in Los Angeles a couple years ago. It was time with heat in the moment, it was loud and pumped and hot. You had happened to be on a girls trip with your friends when you saw Damien sitting at the bar talking to an old man.

It now has been a couple years since that day and you both are happily married. Currently, you were staying at one of his many plots around the world. He has mansions everywhere. Florida, California, Belgium, Russia, anywhere you can imagine. It was pretty unnecessary but he insisted, as he wanted to travel without staying in a hotel, but you couldn’t complain since it was better than being “stationed” in one spot. You were currently staying at his mansion in Paris, France. You personally loved this mansion because you could see the Eiffel Tower from your bedroom window, and it looked the best at night.

It was now dark outside, around 8 o’clock pm. You had spent most of the day with Damien, walking around Paris, eating all kinds of food and looking at museums. It was amazing. You were now finishing up your shower, you smelt strongly of roses and finished off with your skincare. You opened the door from the bathroom and decided to walk to the kitchen for some water. You went to the fridge to get some water before heading back upstairs. It had been a while since you were in your room so you spent your time watching the television. After a few minutes, your bedroom door quietly opened, followed by the scent of whiskey and Damien as he stood in the doorway. Wearing a black suit and his hair styled in a way that was professional but classic. He looked as if he came back from a meeting but he had been working in his office most of the day.

“Evening, dear. My apologies for not being able to spend most of the day with you, once again, I will make it up to you.”