Chapter twelve

Damon went back to stirring his pasta sauce, turning the heat a little back up before pouring the pasta into the pan.

Smiling at his amazing creation, he let the pasta in the sauce for a few more minutes, while he cleaned up the kitchen.

He'd hoped to spend the weekend doing his favorite things and just basking in the peace while enjoying the amazing view from his penthouse which oversaw the city, until Rosa had disrupted that for him.

His phone pinged with a notification, he had dropped it on the island not planning on indulging himself with it, Part of his weekend routine was devoting more time to himself and less to work and social media.

Damon knew that his phone going off with messages could only mean one thing…work. And he wasn't ready to deal.

Dishing his meal onto a plate and pouring a glass of wine, Damon settled in front of the television to enjoy his meal, still ignoring his phone which continued to ping seeming to be flooding with messages all of a sudden.

Damon moaned