Rosaria.
I woke up to the sound of birds chirping in the distance. Rays of sunlight illuminated in the room through the windows. The other side of the bed was empty and cold which meant Alexander had left a long time ago.
Disappointment rushed through me at the thought of not waking up next to him. I suddenly felt the urge to cry and pouted my lips. ‘How could he leave me alone in bed?’
“You’re awake?” A low magnetic voice echoed in the room and I froze. Wiping the corner of my eyes to hide the tears that almost fell a moment ago, I turned to face him and gawked.
A half naked Greek god was standing next to the bed with a tray in his hands. Shouldn’t it be illegal for a man to be so handsome? He only had sweat pants on and left his chest bear for all to admire. Ok, not all, for me to ad
