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

<p>I leaned back in my chair, absently scrolling through the dozens of articles and social media posts plastered with my face. The photos—those damn photos—were everywhere, and yet, all I could focus on was how good we looked. Yavannah and I had always had that sort of magnetic chemistry, the kind that turned heads, and the camera had captured it perfectly. Sure, the context was all wrong, but was that really my problem?</p>

<p>"Adonis, what the hell were you thinking?" Sandro's voice, sharp and scolding, cut through my thoughts like a whip. He was pacing the room, his hands gesturing wildly as if he could physically grasp the situation and throttle it into submission. "Do you realize what kind of damage control I have to do now? This isn't just a little gossip, it's a full-blown scandal. You're supposed to be smarter than this!"</p>

Chapter 22- The Price of Fame.