Salvatore's POV
The door came apart as I walked into my home. The sweet smell of lemon and lavender burst through my nostrils. Eerily quiet but unusual. She always meets me at the door or must be screaming down the stairs into my arms.
A smile descends my face, a boyish grin glad to be finally back home after a tedious day at the office.
"My love."
"Daddy's home."
I flipped my suit jacket on the couch, yanked off the tie and started unbuttoning my white shirt heading to her room. She could be asleep and sensing how tired she was earlier this morning when I left for work. The door of her room was unlocked, she wasn't lying on her bed like I'd envisioned and she wasn't downstairs either. The door of her bedroom opened and a sultry looking, water dripping female came into vie
