Olivia’s POV
I’ve made it a point to avoid the news on TV, pushing away any offer to read the papers or magazines brough into the palace by the maids. I’m not embarrassed, though I probably should be, that the Royal pack and several others seem keen on guessing who I share my bed with these days.
Frankly, I’ve been sleeping in Gabriel’s office, denying him any opportunity to pull the same stunt he had tried to pull at the gala. To him, it was a kiss a husband would give to his wife. It was a simple, even natural, act and he probably considered it to be harmless.
To me, it was a violation of my desires.
We sit in the dining room now, silent as it has been for days, my eyes focused on the small spoon swirling around my coffee cup will Gabriel glares thr
