"I am too old to be dealing with all of this," Desmond muttered, as he waltzed into his bedroom the next day.
William made him stay the night to have drinks and brought a few women from the red-light district to entertain them. No matter how many times he mentioned going home, William ignored him, and eventually, morning was upon them.
"This is the shock of the century. Two powerful men are fighting over Alessandra. What is there not to like about Kate? Where on earth is this woman?" He looked around the empty bedroom for his wife.
At this time, Katrina would be waking up.
Desmond took a seat on the edge of the bed to take off his boots. He had no time to rest as there was work to do. He needed to prepare Alessandra to be sent to William's home at night when no one would see.
