Giovanni D'Errico is a bastard.
Not only had he failed to inform me of the wake-up time, but I also found myself startled awake by an unfamiliar alarm clock, the origin of which I couldn't comprehend, let alone remember setting. It nearly gave me a heart attack.
It took all my willpower not to strangle his smug face as he sat by the kitchen island carefully sipping coffee. He looked incredibly handsome in a well-fitted suit that accentuated his strong shoulders and neat physique.
"Not a morning person I see." He says looking at me over the brim of his mug.
I roll my eyes and sit down for breakfast. I wasn't in the mood for any irrelevant chit chat.
I had on a simple blue blouse and a Christian Dior pencil skirt, prepared by Esmeralda. My hair was done up into a neat bun.
After bre
