Alessandro's black luxury car pulled up to the entrance of The Grand Palazzo Hotel. He stepped out, adjusting the cuffs of his black dress shirt, his expression cold and calculated.
He had one mission tonight.
Let Adriana know who the fuck he is!!!
He made his way up to the exclusive penthouse suite, poured himself a glass of whiskey, and settled into the plush velvet couch. Soft, sensual music played low in the background. The lighting was dim and intimate — exactly the atmosphere Adriana loved.
A soft knock echoed through the suite and Alessandro took a slow sip from his glass before speaking.
"Come in."
The door opened and Adriana stepped inside, looking like she had dressed to kill. Her long black hair flowed down her back, and the tight crimson dress she wore clung to every dangerous curve of her body.
The moment her eyes landed on him, a victorious smile spread across her lips as she flung her hair seductively.
