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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

My head throbbed like a never-ending pulse as I palmed it, my elbows placed securely on the wooden surface of my desk. A strange and embarrassed groan escaped my lips as I smacked my cheek softly.

Wait—was I even thinking at all?

Clearly not. Because tell me why I not only slapped my brother but cried like a fucking baby.

In the arms of the one person I would never have wanted to cry in. Not that there was anything wrong with crying in front of Adonis. I just hated feeling vulnerable. I hated being seen as weak.

I wanted to regret it, but deep down I knew that Yaskier's words had cut deep. Our parents were a sensitive topic for both of us, and hearing him completely disregard them like that was unnerving.

A sigh escaped my lips as I rose from the desk, trudging towards my bed before face-planting into it. The soft mattress gave into my weight as I curled around it.

Chapter 28 - Apologies and Fluttering