Maybe i should make your life miserable

Drake’s POV

My drive home was in silence, an uneasy silence. Familiar streets blurred past me, but my mind swirled with images of Valerie, the remnants of her touch, and the look in her eyes as they stared upward at me with that mingling of longing and sorrow. That left me with a sense of unease, torn between duty and desire.

It wasn't until I finally pulled into the driveway that I took a deep breath, attempting to shake off remnants of the afternoon. I had a life here, one with Charlotte, and I needed to face it one way or another.

I stepped inside, the lights were low, candles flickering along the hall. The air was heavy with roses, and some soft, melodic tune was playing from deeper inside. I frowned, off balance in the atmosphere. Charlotte usually kept things plain. This was different, deliberately romantic.

I entered the bedroom, and there she stood in the middle of the room. She was dressed in a silk robe clinging to her form, with hair loose over the shoulders. She looked i