Caius crept into the room slowly to observe the man whom his mother had called a friend. The man lay sprawled on the couch in their living room, snoring softly. His mother had warned him in the morning to not startle or wake up the man while she'd gone to buy groceries. He was supposed to be in his room.
But he'd already finished all his homework and even studied some more. And he was bored. He knew his mother wanted to protect him but if she'd allowed to let the man stay here, then he couldn't be very dangerous, right.
Curiosity written all over his face, he walked to the man and peered over the man's sleeping form. And frowned. This man looked familiar. Was he some movie star? He was pretty sure he had seen him on television. Also, he looked so huge. He wasn't even able to fit on their couch.
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"NO! Not him. Anyone but him. I can’t kiss him!” Eira Walsh felt an involuntary shiver as her gaze locked onto the man making a grand entrance into the hotel. She couldn't believe her luck—or rather, the sheer lack of it.
Elio Rossi, her arch-nemesis, the man who despised her as much as she lov…loathed him. And why, for the love of all things sane, did he still have to look like he’d just stepped out of a fashion magazine? It would have been so much better if he’d lost a bit of that perfectly tousled hair or at least gained a tire around the middle! But no! That man could not even gratify her a bit and look a little ugly.
The bustling hotel lobby suddenly felt smaller as she watched his grand entrance along with a large entourage, her heart pounding erratically. And what was with all those million bodyguards following him? He used to abhor even a sidelong glance from others, and here he was, waltzing in to captivate every gaze in the room.
And then it hit her. The one person he despised most in the world was probably her. Escape was imperative. Fast. He hadn't spotted her yet, providing a slim window of opportunity. There was no need to attract more bad luck.