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

" I don't have anything to say to you". I replied, pulling my wrist away from his grasp. There were so many sports that one could indulge in without looking like they tumbled from the top of Mount everest. For example, we had fencing, golf, fuck even horse racing and yet the only one that he could see to pick as a means of serenity was underground boxing.

What happened to taking a walk in the park or listening to some music or even better, we could have spoken about what was bothering him. I can't do much but the least I could do was to offer him comfort, surely there was more peace and comfort from talking and being with me than there was in getting smacked and pummeled in an iron ring like some wide animal.

"Yavannah" He persuaded softly, titling my chin with his calloused finger. "You have to say something, scold me, hit me but don't ignore me please".

Chapter 46 - Mike Tyson