Chapter 17

The flight to Italy was long and filled with anxiety. Every hundred miles was just another memory of that night. "Aurora." Bras called to me from his quarters. I entered quietly and was immediately met with the succulent smell of his cologne. "What is it?" I closed the door behind me. He put the glass lid back on his bottle of whiskey And beckoned him to me. The slug in my step must have irritated him because he grabbed my arm and yanked me in front of him. "What's wrong?" I asked. Our gaze hadn't broken. "I'm hungry." He whispered. I frowned. "Well you should've just said that." I proceeded to walk out of the room when he pulled me back. "If I wanted food I would've gotten it myself." He proceeded to unbutton my pants. "Bras you're drunk." I stopped his hand. He looked up at me a whispered in my ear. "Hardly." He continued to pull my pants off of me completely before sitting me up on his dresser. Slowly he moved my panties out of the way and smirked. "Look at you, I've barel