AUTHORS POV

It was past 11pm, and the lorenzo mansion had settled into silence except for the patrol guards and security dogs hovering around under the floodlight poles.

The only sounds in Don Pedro’s bedroom were the faint rustling of bed sheets and the soft creak of the bed as Tessa moved around it, touching it.

The scent of his cologne lingered in the air, it was his room after all, what was it suppose to smell like?

Fresh night breeze drifted in from the open balcony doors, except for the curtains that separated the balcony from the room..

Franco and his men had just finished moving her belongings into...