I rest my head against him as I contemplate what just happened.
I did deserve a night out.
But I’m definitely blaming all of this on the champagne later.
Chapter thirteen
Darkness surrounds me.
Lips touch me.
Pleasure fills me.
What the fuck did I do?
My eyes fly open and I feel the multiple layers of blankets pressing against my body. Pain sears through my scalp and I’m drenched in sweat.
It takes me a minute to realize that I’m in my bedroom and the brightness is the morning sun shining behind the curtains.
Pushing back the covers, I sit up, wincing as I take in the space. My emerald dress is draped across the chair, heels are scattered, and panties are on the floor.
His mouth. His hands. His body against mine.
A soft ache between my thighs reminds me it wasn’t a dream.
My hands fly to my mouth.
Dammit Cipi. What the fuck did you do?
I take a deep breath.
It was the champagne, Pinot Noir, Malibu Bay Breeze, and whatever else I drank.
Yes. That’s what it was.
But it would be a lie.
The reality is that I wanted him and I let it happen.
I’m an idiot. Why would I do that knowing there is no future between us?
After fifteen years of not speaking and how he broke my heart, I should have kept my guard up.
Instead, I let him devour me knowing I’d starve after.
But this isn’t entirely my fault.
Dominic started it.
For someone who supposedly hates everything I stand for, I would have never known with the way he ate me up last night.
I swing my legs over the edge of the bed and wince as the stitches pull. Moving slowly, I put my robe over my pajamas. I need to take something for this headache and my pain.
I’m halfway down the stairs when the doorbell rings. Looking at my phone I see it’s Lucia.
“Buongiorno, Principessa.” Lucia invites herself inside and walks directly to the kitchen, holding a box in her hands. “I brought you some pastries. I had a feeling you’d be too tired to cook breakfast.”
She turns on the stove and grabs the moka pot. “I’ll make you some coffee, you need it. You look like hell by the way.”
