Three days had passed since Emilia had her public meltdown and fled to mommy's house with her tail between her legs.
Three glorious days of silence from Mrs. High-and-Mighty Romano.
And here I was, in my new beautiful Parisian house. The apartment was covered in a stunning cream and gold, with French windows that opened onto a tiny balcony overlooking the street. It was a courtesy of Jax.
Istood watching the man himself sprawled across my velvet sofa like he owned the place.
Well, technically, he did own it. His name was on the lease. But right now, I possessed Jax Romano in ways his wife never had.
And while she was away at Gena’s house, I took charge of him.
Jax lounged on the plush cushion, unbothered by his wife’s absence, puffing on a joint as if it were just another Tuesday. T
