Reyelle Monroe is freshly out of College, wanting to fulfill her dream of opening her very own clothing line. But... dreams don't come easy! With her mother always crawling up her back and her father out of the picture she has just got to put some m...
I wake up with unfamiliar clothes on and muscular arms holding me closely. Last thing I remember was Callum showing me his yacht, talking about Italian, and then he led me to his...to his.... to his bedroom.
Did I just loose my virginity without even remembering it?
I quickly scramble out of somebody's arms and jump out of the bed like a psycho maniac. "Amore, you're up?" The husky but familiar voice ask me. I look over and Callum is now sitting up looking at me like the psycho bitch I am. "Callum did you drug me?" I ask him. He gets up and walks over to me as I back up towards the bathroom door. "No, why would I do that?" He says trying to grab my hand. "Callum, did we.... did we" I say very shakily. "No, No amore of course not," he says grabbing my hand again. This time I don't snatch away. "Okay." I say breathing out the breath I've been holding in. "I wouldn't do something like that without you knowing it. That's isn't me," he says pulling me in for a hug. That isn't him. He wouldn't do that. I look up at him, "Is this your shirt I'm wearing?" I ask. "Yeah, I put them on you last night. But I swear the only thing I saw were your bra and panties." He says reassuringly. I nod at him as I pull away from our very long, but necessary, hug. "Interesting choice of tattoos amore." He says looking at me.
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