A long plush bed-like sofa sat in one corner, a bar stocked with the most expensive wine in another, and a towering bookshelf at the extreme end.

“It’s like a second home. I sleep here sometimes,” Sebastian said as he sensed her bewildered expression.

“Oh. But you've never told me you were crashing at the office once,” Kourtney's voice was laced with curiosity.

He'd never slept out since she moved into his Villa… well… except, that one time when they stayed at the Woods family mansion.

His lips curved into a sly grin. “Didn’t need to anymore. I got married.”

“Oh.”

Heat flooded her cheeks, and she ducked her head,...