Damian Sinclair reached back and gently closed the bedroom door.
Bella Acker looked back at him. "President Sinclair, what are you up to now?"
"Didn't you say Talia always sleeps alone? Then don't go disturb her. Just sleep over here." Damian said as he walked over, checking the sheets and duvet cover on the bed. Everything was very clean; looked like they'd just been changed in the last couple of days.
All the rooms at the old man's place were like this.
The maids cleaned every day, and the sheets were changed at least every two days, just so it'd be convenient for them to come stay anytime.
"Sure, I can sleep here." Bella nodded, raised a brow at him. "But you'll have to sleep on the floor or the couch. You just can't sleep on the bed."
"That's a bit much." Damian frowned.
His own wife was right in front of him, and he couldn't even share a bed with her. That demand really was over the line.
