Ansel
In the morning, I woke and heard my stomach growl. The savory aroma of eggs and bacon hit my nose, and I wondered where it was coming from. I had a personal chef who cooked for me, but it was her day off. Did Anya barge in unannounced and use my kitchen? It wouldn't be the first time.
But then I remembered someone else was here. Elisa...
I went downstairs and found Elisa and Sadie sitting at the breakfast table. Elisa had set the table with freshly cooked eggs, bacon, and toast for breakfast.
"Good morning," Elisa looked at me and smiled.
I felt strange. I had been alone since I divorced Jessica and hadn't let anyone stay in my home since. Most of the women I brought home were one-night stands or meaningless s****l endeavors. This was the type of scenario I wasn't used to.
"Goo
