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NATALIA
My head hurts.
My mouth feels like the Sahara.
I roll over onto my side, wishing the room would stop spinning. That was one hell of a party last night. I don’t normally drink that much, but we were celebrating Gio and Paige’s joint bachelor and bachelorette party in Vegas, and you know what they say: what happens in Vegas …
A deep groan reverberates from beside me and my eyes fly open. My heart starts to beat uncontrollably in my chest as I stare at a tanned, muscular back.
Oh no. What have I done? No, who have I done? That is one nice back. Look at it ripple as he moves. Stop it, I hiss at myself internally. Even if she is right and that is a well-defined back, there is a stranger in my bed.
I don’t remember bringing him home. Don’t remember bringing anyone home. I should remember, shouldn’t I? How much did I have to drink last night?
He groans again as he starts to roll onto his back. Quickly, I close my eyes, hoping he doesn’t notice I’m awake and that he might tiptoe out of my room and my life, and I never have to deal with the awkwardness of a one-night stand.
“Urgh, why does my head hurt so much?” the deep, gravelly voice grumbles beside me. Nice voice. It sends shivers across my skin. “How much did I drink?”
Squishing my eyes even tighter together, I continue to pray to the one–night–stand gods that this embarrassment will be over quickly and quietly.
“What in the fuck!” the deep voice bellows.
Dammit, busted.
Opening my eyes, I was not prepared for the slate-green eyes glaring at me angrily from across the bed, nor was I expecting the square jawline or the messy dark-brown hair attached to him.
“You,” he says.
Shit. My stomach sinks at the realization of who is in my bed.
“You,” I answer right back as I throw the covers off and launch myself from the bed and away from my family’s enemy.
Alessandro Conti.
He’s now heir of The Conti Company after the death of his older brother in a car accident last year. As much as I hate his family, I do feel for their loss. I don’t know what I would do if I lost one of my siblings, even Allegra now that we’ve repaired our relationship.
“What the hell are you doing in my room?” I yell at him.
He looks around the room, taking in the opulent surroundings as he steps out of the bed before he returns his angry gaze back to me. “Your room?” he questions me.
“Yes, mine. If you don’t get the hell out of here in five seconds, I’m going to call security and have you escorted out.”
A smirk falls across his chiseled face. Arrogant asshole. “Looks like I might be the one that will be calling security because you are in my room, princess.”
I still.
Why the hell would I be in this man’s room? Why were you in his bed is the more important question. I take in his mean eyes as they glare at me. My brows pull together as I try to sort through the thick hangover to find memories of last night. I would never, ever willingly go home with a Conti. Our families hate each other, always have, always will. The Conti family is unscrupulous, money-hungry, win-at–all-costs, evil people. I narrow my eyes on the asshole standing in front of me. He’s looking rough compared to his usual slick style. His dark-brown hair is messy as if someone’s spent the night running their fingers through it. You. It was you. My stomach revolts at the thought. There’s a bit of scuff starting to emerge across his square jaw. I continue to let my eyes trail down over his broad shoulders, down his pecs, until I’m greeted with a well-defined six-pack, surprising. Anytime I’ve had the unfortunate pleasure of running into him at events around Roma, he’s always dressed in a designer suit. Who knew he was packing that body underneath it all? Although, it makes sense, the man is as vain as they come. He runs around town with a supermodel on his arm, never the same one twice, a serial womanizer. Ew, Ick. My eyes then subconsciously slide down from his abs to his hips, and then I still.
No. No. No.
A well-manscaped pelvic region comes into view, followed by the most gorgeous cock I’ve ever seen.
No. No. No.
It’s long, thick, veiny, complemented by two nice-sized balls hanging behind it, all encased between thick thighs. He twitches to life under my stare.
No. No. No.
