They pulled up to a large beach house in Malibu. Desman pulled into the garage and cut the engine. They got out of the car as the garage door closed behind them. Desman opened the door to the house and invited Morgan in. She followed him inside and was awestruck by the vast luxury in which he lived. He might have dressed like he was snatching wallets on Hollywood Boulevard but he lived like he had his name on the Walk of Fame. “So, this is home?” She asked looking around the large space. There was a hot tube water feature with an ocean view in the corner of the living room.
There were high ceilings and a stone feature wall with a wood burning fireplace. The furniture was both rustic yet modern. It was very beautiful yet very male one could tell no woman lived in this house. “It is now.”
