Emily’s POV

“Rise and shine, beautiful.” I opened my eyes a little, to see Damon's white set of teeth sending the sun rays in my direction.

“What morning is it?” I grunted.

“Wednesday?” He asked, laughing.

“Do I have to go to work?” I asked, stretching my luck.

For the past two weeks, I'd been my husband's personal assistant.

Largely, it's been about arranging his affairs, organising his schedule, picking up after him. I didn't think it would be something I'd enjoy, but so far, I have.

“Well, the clients can go to hell then.” Damon said and next to me.

I knew he was being sarcastic. We had people...