Chapter 10
Stephano came out of the shower and pulled on navy blue pants and another white button-down shirt from his closet. Rosalind slept still, her dark brown hair tumbled around the pillow. Last night he’d pleasured her body, multiple times, so she had to be exhausted.
As he looked into his closet, he realized he had mostly white shirts and little variety compared to half the closet where his staff bought his wife various colors.
As a teenager he’d been the most fashionable male out there, but as an adult, he gravitated toward the white shirt that signified business. His father had always been colorful and acted like he didn’t have a care in the world.
Stephano, in his youth, had partied with his friends and occasionally dated women he’d never consider marrying. Rosalind would hav
