Def_not_Rahama

If there was anything Adonis Vivaldi thought would tame him, it definitely wasn't matters of the heart. But when he meets a certain sweet and fiesty red head, All manner of control and restraint seems to chalk out of the picture.

Fresh out of college, Yavannah Constantine moves to Italy to stay with her brother only to find herself under the sensuous and unnerving gaze of her brothers boss. She cannot explain neither can she deny her bodies reaction to this irresistible man.

A unplanned encounter causing a spark that would burn for years or would the mischievous and sly hand of fate douse what was yet to bloom.

His Saving grace

Yavannah Constantine

Like flame suppressed under layers of ice. That was how Adonis Vivaldi looked at this present moment. His jaw strained, Muscles bulged from beneath his white shirt, His hair fell in different directions. He wasn't looking at me. He wasn't.

From above me, His eyes never once left Collin who stood, unsure of whether to leave or not.

"Adonis" I gasped In disbelief as his hands clutched my waist and my arm. He turned to look down at me and I gulped. That was how intense his presence felt.

I tried to detach myself from his grip, successfully removing my waist and straightening my gown. I glanced around for the piece of paper Collin had given me. It was no where to be found.

"What are you doing here" I asked, quite stupidly in fact.

Collin seemed to have mustered enough courage as he seemed to be approaching us.

Chapter 14 -Fire and Ice