"Jesus Christ!" Celine exclaimed, her heart pounding in her chest. "What the fuck are you doing here?" she demanded, her eyes narrowed."And didn't anyone teach you that it's rude to creep into someone's room?" she scolded, her voice tight with annoyance.Ermanno's smirk grew wider as he lowered himself to her level, his hands cradling her face. "I came to see my woman," he said, his tone dripping with possessiveness.Celine rolled her eyes in response, her lips set in a thin line."I almost had a fucking heart attack, you know!" Celine snapped, her pout firmly in place as she glared at Ermanno."My apologies," he replied, bending to kiss her forehead.Celine gave a curt nod and gestured for him to sit on the bed. "So, how did you get in?" she asked, her hand absent-mindedly running through her messy hair.Ermanno shrugged, his expression nonchalant. "Don't worry about that, princess."Celine narrowed her eyes at his flippant response."Well, Ermanno, I'm trying to sleep," Celine huff

As they emerged from the jet, Celine's mind was still swimming with the intensity of their tryst, her body trembling slightly as she leaned against Ermanno for support.The cool night air enveloped them as they were escorted to a waiting limousine, the quiet hum of the engine providing a soothing backdrop to their journey.Ermanno, engrossed in his business calls, seemed oblivious to Celine's fatigue, his voice authoritative and commanding."Why so many guards?" Celine murmured, her sleepy voice barely a whisper as she questioned the security detail surrounding them. With her eyes heavy and her mind still clouded by exhaustion, she soon surrendered to slumber, drifting into a deep sleep as the limo carried them to their destination."Where are we?" Celine asked, her voice still drowsy as she looked around, noticing Ermanno seated by her bedside.The room was spacious and filled with natural light, the scent of fresh linen and the ocean breeze drifting in through the open windows. The

Miami had been a dream come true for Celine. The combination of Ermanno's princess treatment and their sizzling chemistry made her feel like she was living a fairytale. Each day brought a new adventure, a new place for them to explore their passion. From the steamy nights on the beach to the passionate afternoons in their private suite, she was intoxicated by Ermanno's touch, and she didn't want this paradise to end.Celine stood mesmerized by the stunning painting, the vivid colors and intricate details capturing her attention. She turned to Ermanno, her eyes sparkling with awe. "This painting is beautiful," she breathed, still transfixed."I agree," Ermanno replied, his eyes studying the artwork."I heard it's worth up to 32 million dollars," Celine said, her smile widening with excitement."Do you want it?" Ermanno asked with a serious expression, causing Celine's eyes to widen in surprise."What? No no, it's worth a lot of money, and for what? To just hang it in my room?" Celine l

Mason's gaze was tender and earnest as he spoke, his words filling the air like a soft melody. "Celine, since I met you, I've always had feelings for you. I know this might come as a surprise, but I think you deserve to know how I feel." Celine's eyes widened, her breath caught in her throat as she turned to face him. "Mason," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly with the weight of his confession. Mason leaned in closer, his hand reaching out to gently brush against Celine's cheek. "I know we've been friends for a long time, but I can't ignore these feelings any longer. They're stronger than anything I've ever felt before. I want to be more than just a friend to you, Celine." Celine's heart fluttered as she listened to his words, her mind racing with a mixture of emotions. "Mason, I don't know what to say. I never thought of you like this before..." she trailed off, unsure of how to continue. Celine's mind raced as she struggled to process Mason's confession. Their friendshi

David reclined on his couch, fatigue from the day's events evident in the slump of his shoulders. He had been stewing over Celine's rejection, his ego bruised by her defiance."Let's see how she'll survive in this industry without me," he muttered under his breath, popping open a can of soda and taking a long swig.The knock on the door jolted David from his sullen reverie. He grumbled under his breath, irritation flaring at the disruption of his solitude. "Who the hell could that be?" he muttered, his brow furrowing as he rose to answer the door.Pausing at the peephole, David was met with the sight of a well-dressed man in a crisp suit. Confusion and suspicion warred within him as he wondered who this visitor might be.With caution and intrigue, David cracked the door open a sliver, his gaze fixed on the man.The stern-faced bodyguard shifted aside, revealing Ermanno standing behind him, his expression cold and impassive.David's brows drew together, his confusion mounting as he tri