In Brazil,Natalia sipped her cocktail, the cool liquid doing nothing to soothe the fire within her. The private resort was breathtaking—white sandy beaches, crystal-clear waters, and absolute luxury.
Allesandro had sent her here to keep her busy, away from his latest obsession, Ever. He hadn't even stayed—just booked the trip, said a cold goodbye, and left.
Fine. If he wanted to push her aside, she wouldn't spend her time sulking.
She was lounging by the infinity pool when a deep voice interrupted her thoughts.
"You look like a woman who's waiting for something… or someone."
She turned her head, sunglasses slipping down slightly. The man standing before her was tall, dark-skinned, and radiated danger in the most alluring way. His linen shirt was unbuttoned just enough to tease the hint of a muscular chest, and his smirk told her he knew exactly what effect he had on people.
