Chapter 17

Althaia

Planning a wedding was absolutely no joke. I had already spent enough hours looking at materials, colors, and flowers to leave me on the brink of insanity.

“You owe me big time after this.” I told her as I looked at the color samples.

“Sure, babes, I will have Damiano ready with his fingers.” She smirked.

Let me just say, I screamed in complete mortification, as we were not alone, and a few cleared their throats in awkwardness.

Two weeks has already gone by since we were welcomed into the manor, and it has also been two weeks since I last saw him. Not that I was counting the days, and especially not because I was thinking about him every damn minute.

Okay, so what if I was thinking about him? Not only did he save my life, but that man gave me some of the best orgasms with just his fingers. But seriously, who just comes to your room, pleasures you, and then disappears into thin air?

The Devil, obviously.