MAEVE HAWTHORN.
“Wait, I can’t believe it,” Scarlett said, her disbelief showing on her face as one of her brows shot up, “he hasn’t spoken to you since that day?” She asked and I nodded affirmatively.
It’s been a week since then and Enzo has been avoiding me like I was some sort of plague. I wake up early every morning to talk to him but he’d be gone before I could reach him.
I no longer have access to his room because he had told his men to stop me whenever I was going into his room and that room where we spent our night together the last time, I could no longer go in there.
The room was filled with lots of memories and sometimes when I go in there, I feel like I could feel Enzo, I could feel his hands touching me like they did that night.
It feels as though I could feel his body on
