Olivia’s POV

I awoke in the enormous room, which was gray and white with manly designs. I knew Raphael and I were in the penthouse, but my head hurt and I didn't know what to do. When I finally arose, I noticed a glass of water on the side of the bed and a single tablet of hangover medicine, as well as a note beneath the glass.

"Is he on his way out of town?" I'm freaking out because there's someone outside ringing the doorbell, and I'm panicking. I'd be the only one in the building now if Raphael wasn't here. I wear my tight denim pants and his white...