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Chapter Twenty Eight

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Upper East Side, New York

Alessandra

"The pots and pans are in this section and the spatulas are in this one."

Frances, the mentioned house manager who turned out to be the sweetest man explained, taking his time to show me every single nook and cranny of the kitchen as he prepared a delectably-smelling Risotto that had the mansion filled with the intoxicating scent.

"Thank you, Frances. I appreciate all your help."

I responded, genuinely meaning every word as the brown haired man granted me a small, handsome smile. Although he looked to be in his mid forties, the man was the definition of a Dilf- even though I have no idea if he has kids or not.

Tall, average muscular build, full scruff that contained a few gray hairs that were equally in his hair, he was the picture of perfection and a michelin-star chef to boot.

Could the man be anymore perfect than he already is?...And what the hell is he doing working as Draken's 'house-manager'?

"I am happy to come in in any way I can, Mrs. Z
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