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.

A loud groan escaped my lips as I tossed and turned in bed. My head felt like a piñata, as if a bunch of children were gathered around it, whacking it over and over.

What had happened? I remembered waking up in the middle of the night to remove my dress; I had fallen asleep in it. But how did I get home? My head burned with swirling questions.

I tried to recall the happenings of the night, I remembered playing truth or dare, then I fell asleep on the couch. Yaskier probably brought me back home. I probably must have passed out in my dinner dress.

I tried closing my eyes, teetering on the edge of consciousness.Recalling memories was worsening my situation. I really needed to drag myself off this bed and take some painkillers. Suddenly, my phone's familiar ringtone echoed through my room, resonating painfully in my head. I groaned in annoyance, forcing my eyes open.

Chapter 21. -What Have I Done?