Morning After and Shades of Red

Katya

Fuck.

My head hurts like a bitch.

I opened my eyes to the glaring sunlight peeping through the blinds, my senses slowly coming alive.

But my brain was the first to kick off as soon as thoughts of last night flooded my mind.

Christopher, my son!

I started to hurry out of bed when a frown marred my features.

This wasn't my room, or in fact any room in my house.

The duvet smelt of neatness and dominant masculinity that could only belong to one person.

Ferrara De Castello, whom I had sacrificed in place of my son.

The man who had carried me out of the club.

Hell.

Migraines kicked in like a bitch and my mouth tasted like shit, but I managed to get out of bed and rush out of the large bedroom, in search of my son.

But the door opened before I could get to it, an intimidating frame filling my line of vision.

Dark beautiful villain.

His jaws were neatly shaved, intense pupils boring into me.

I couldn't fully remember last night, but for some reason, I felt the need to av