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Gabriel

Iclimbed into bed, her smell still lingering all over my body and the taste of her still on my lips. Rolling on my side, I stared at the empty spot where she should have been lying. But I couldn’t allow it, because if I did, I wasn’t sure if I could let her go once all was said and done. I needed to remember what kind of person she was. Kate Harper conned rich men for their money. She used them, made them fall in love, and then stole right out from under them.

The next morning, after I showered and got dressed for the office, I went downstairs to the kitchen, where Grace was preparing breakfast.

“Good morning, Gabriel.” She smiled.

“Morning. Is she up yet?” I asked as I made a cup of coffee.

“Not that I know of. By the way, did you find out her name?”

“Her name is Kate Harper. I guess I better go check on her.”

Taking my coffee with me, I took the elevator to the fifth floor, and when I lightly pushed the door open, I found her sound asleep in her bed. The corners of my mouth curved upwards into a small smile as I leaned up against the doorway and stared at her. She looked like an angel, but an angel was something she was far from.

“She’s still sleeping,” I spoke to Grace as I set my coffee cup on the counter. “I have to leave for the office now. If she gives you any trouble, call me immediately.”

“I will. But I’m sure she won’t be a problem.”

I chuckled. “You haven’t met her yet.”

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Kate

I let out a long yawn as I stretched my body across the bed. I turned my head towards the window, taking note of the streaks of sunlight that cascaded through the sheer blinds. Climbing out of bed, I hopped into the shower first before heading downstairs for some coffee. As I made my way into the kitchen, I notice a shorter woman, about five foot four with sandy brown hair that sat in a bun on top of her head, standing at the stove.

“You must be Grace,” I spoke.

She turned around, stared at me for a brief moment, and then gave a friendly smile.

“You must be Kate.” She held out her small slender hand.

Placing my hand in hers, I spoke, “Yes, and I’m sure Gabriel has told you all about me.”

“Just a bit. Would you like some coffee?”

“That would be great. Thank you,” I spoke as I took a seat on the stool at the island.

“He did tell me that you stole something from him, and you’d be staying here until he got it back. May I ask what you took?”

“His Cartier watch.”

“Oh.” She bit her lip as she placed a cup of coffee in front of me.

“Is Gabriel here?” I asked.

“No. He’s left for the office already. Can I make you some breakfast?”

“I can make it myself. I’m sure you have other things to do around this monstrous house.”

“It’s no trouble. Do you like French toast?” She smiled. “I have strawberries and whipped cream to put on top of it.”

“That sounds really good.” A grin crossed my face.

Grace seemed cool and so far, I had gotten the impression that she didn’t judge me for what I’d done. She appeared to be in her mid-fifties, wore no makeup, and had beautiful brown eyes.

“How long have you worked for Gabriel?” I asked as I took a sip of my coffee.

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