Vanessa's POV
I could not believe what was going on right now. Rodri was right inside my room so late at night, with his shirt unbuttoned flaunting his broad, ripped chest, eight-pack and tattoo. And he was heading straight to my bed, claiming it was his.
What was he doing all the way in the east wing, crashing things and cursing?
Was he drunk?
“This is my room, Mr. Darnell.” I said, following him closely.
My voice trembled as I spoke, because of his overwhelming presence invading the privacy of my bedroom. Especially when it was nighttime, and so quiet around us. My body was experiencing shivers, as he bulldozed his way through my room.
He paused at the side of my bed, and I moved to stand beside him, looking up at him with panic. His eyes were half-open, slowly moving sideways till
