“This is my apartment?” Sage asked later that night, gawking at the windows that spanned from wall to wall and ceiling to floor.
Once the floors had been cleared so nobody would spot Laila and me bringing Sage here from our place, Sage moved into the living room, drawing her fingers across the marble side table next to the plush white couch.
“It’s beautiful.”
“I’ll have some of my men pack up your belongings from your old apartment and bring them over this weekend to officially move you in. You will not leave this apartment without Riccardo, your personal bodyguard, with you,” I said.
Sage glanced at Riccardo, who stood at the door, then nodded. “I understand.”
Laila shuffled from foot to foot next to me, smiling at Sage, but not saying a word. While Laila seemed to want Sage to sleep
