Chapter Fourteen

The first time Enzo suspected that something was amiss was the very next morning, when he actually slept until his alarm woke him up.

That never happened.

Enzo rarely slept the night through, rising before the sun. There was too much to do to spend life sleeping. His alarm actually serving its function made him feel disoriented and groggy. Like he had missed something.

There was no way he was going to abstain from sex for so long in the future. If one fucking orgasm was enough to knock him out for a full night's sleep, then he had gone too long without.

Or maybe it was just one woman who had done it. Lilith Rumero.

Intent on banishing that unwelcome thought with caffeine, Enzo flung the covers from his body and stalked into the kitchen.

“Alexei, what the fucking fuck?” he groused, jumping out of his skin at the sight of his brother making himself at home at the marble countertop, drinking Enzo's espresso, and reading his newspaper.

"And a good morning to you, too,” his brother said p