Once I came back to reality, or so I thought, I dusted off my knees and slammed the front door which echoed throughout the house. I went to each and every door of my staff: Luca was the cook, Jenny was the second butler and Lisa was the second maid. Each one of them was groggy from me waking up. I felt a little guilty, but I needed to do this. I would text Sasha later. I needed to move. Damon was not safe here. "We have a meeting." "So early?" Luca pouted. He was a world renowned chef at a young age, so he was a little spoiled. "Your robe looks mighty soft to sleep on. Offer me your lap." Did I say a little? What I meant to say was very spoiled. He's younger than me and also eccentric as well. He's used to using his youthful looks and cute face to get what he wants. However, what he di

