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

"Finally," she exclaimed, a smile of relief adorning her face. "Away from this shitty place."

She walked into the bathroom with the bag of clothes Yaskier had brought for her.

I shared the same relief with her. No one was as ecstatic as I was about not having to stay at this hospital any longer. The thought of being with Yavannah was the only thing keeping me sane here. If I were here for different reasons, I'm not sure I could stay sane.

Yaskier and Sandro had gone to the cafeteria to get something to eat while Yavannah and I stayed behind in the room. She wasn't hungry, and I didn't have an appetite.

I sat by the bed for a few minutes, staring at the rays of sunlight that fell through the window, the sound of the tap running fading into the background.

My head snapped towards the bathroom door as a frustrated sigh escaped through its confines.

"Adonis," she called out tentatively, a few seconds later.

Chapter 41- Wild Goose Chase.