A worried Antonia woke up that morning to find herself in bed, she could still see the dent in the pillow beside her, where he was laid, and she could still feel the warmth of the covers rumpled confirming the previous night hadn’t been a dream.

He had made love to her although it didn't look like he was so into it, for countless times he had seemed to be distracted.

She stared around at the apartment of one costly home Instead with interest. She knew he had recently just bought it off distress and was looking to get it renovated.

The decor was natural wood with vintage furnishings and...