Elena woke slowly, the morning light filtering through the heavy silk curtains like a hesitant apology.
Her body felt heavy, her mind already spinning before she even opened her eyes.
The memories from last night refused to stay buried — Alessandro's hands, the heat of his body, the way she had completely lost control. My my… it was such a fun and crazy night.
She had made out with two very attractive people and to put a very thick layer of icing on the very well baked cake, they were both mafia Bosses. Two dangerous people.
Now… to put a beautiful cherry on that cake… she still hasn't told Alessandrobwho the fuck she made out with in the bathroom.
I should probably do this again.
She sat up, pressing her palms to her flushed cheeks.
What the hell is wrong with me? Even if I decide to do it again, I'd over think it just the way I am overthinking this one right now. I'm literally dead! Fuck my life!
