"Are you sure you will be okay if you see him?" Kay asks for the God-knows-what time.

"I'm fine." and I give her the same reply I've been hammering on all day.

"You know seeing him is inevitable right? You know how close he is to Shawn and his family, I'm ninety percent sure he's coming. Who knows, he might be here already." She shrugs.

"So what if he's here? I really don't care." I roll my eyes.

"Says the woman who kissed the man and who knows, maybe she can't even wait to see him again."

"Kay, you are not helping." I groan, dropping my bags immediately we enter the room. "Wow, So beautiful."

"Look, Ria I'm your best friend and I don't want to see you get hurt." She says, placing her hands on my shoulders.

"That's the most sensible thing I've heard you say all day, no offense babe." I shrug.

"I'll take that as a compliment." She yawns. "But seriously, you guys haven't spoken since you had your tongues down each other's throats. Maybe you should try avoiding him or something? I don't think talking about it here is a good idea."

"And that is because?" I fold my arms around my chest, walking to the balcony to get a proper view of the sea.

"Apart from the fact that France is the country of love, I don't think it's a good idea to ruin someone else's wedding by getting into a fight. More so, it just happens to be my boyfriend's cousin getting married." She gives me a tight smile.

We are in Cannes for Caitlyn's wedding, that is Shawn's cousin. The flight from LA to Nice, the closest airport to Cannes was about thirteen hours long. We took the Royal's private jet which belongs to Shawn's family. We are staying in their private resort till after the wedding. My room is on the third floor. The wedding is taking place on the beach and that is enough reason to make me attend the wedding. I really love the beach.

Cannes is just as beautiful as I've heard.

"Not that I plan to get into fights with Dante but are you saying people can't get into fights in France just because it's a romantic location? Kay, you really must have hit your head while growing up." I roll my eyes.

"Keep rolling your eyes and let it fall off. You can't blame me for believing in the holy land of love." She pokes out her tongue.

What a child.

"I'll be leaving you to your business, bye girl."

She closes the door behind her and I shake my head, heaving a sigh before starting to unpack my things.

I'm really glad today isn't packed with wedding activities. Once done unpacking my stuffs, and arranging them in the wardrobe, I take a long warm bath before heading to bed.

Jet lag 1 - 0 Ria.

Images of Dante and I kissing flashes in my head and I open my eyes quickly, massaging my temple with my fingers. Since it happened, I haven't been able to get it out of my head. His touch, his kisses, the way he made me feel... I remember it all.

I rush out of bed, walking to the wardrobe to change into an ankle length gown with tiny straps. I leave the room, deciding to go for a walk. People I presume to be friends of Shawn and his family are all outside drinking and chatting away, having their own little party. I greet them before taking a walk.

It's a little bit chilly outside so I refrain myself from putting my feet in the water. I love the sea...something about it just keeps me calm. As I take a walk, I see two adults making out and instantly, it draft images of Dante and I kissing in my head. I groan loudly.

"Oh, not again."

I turn around to head back to my room when I hear a voice say my name.

"Ria."

"Dante." I roll my eyes, realizing he was the dude making out with a woman by the sea.

Why am I not surprised?

He gives the woman one last kiss before she leaves. I didn't miss the way she eyed me. Poor woman, he will likely replace her before the end of the night.

"Are you about to apologize because I'm not interested." I fold my arms around my chest, trying to keep myself warm. I should have put on a damn sweater.

"Who said I was going to apologize and for what? Me kissing you or you kissing me back? Come on, Ria." He's standing in front of me, his hands dipped in his pockets.

This is the first time I'm seeing him in casual clothing. He's always in suits. This time however, he's putting on shorts and a white T-shirt. He looks really good as usual.

"You know what? Bye." I tell him. I'm just about to turn around to leave but he grabs my arm.

"Let go of me, Dante."

"I didn't think you would be showing up for the wedding." He smirks, still not letting go of me.

"And why would you think that? You think I'll miss a nice wedding because of you? Aren't you so full of yourself, Dante Moretti?"

"Well, I'm glad you came. It's going to be fun I assure you. Get ready to spend one amazing week with me in Cannes." His lips break into his signatory cocky grin.

He looks even more handsome when he smiles...

"Oh, please I'm not here for you." I roll my eyes.

"Is that true?" He keeps grinning like a fool, bringing up his free hand to caress my cheek slowly.

"Let me see... well, beautiful weddings are just my thing and I wouldn't miss one just to avoid you." I yank off grip.

"Dear little Ria, Miss always trying to play hard to get as usual." He chuckles.

"Think whatever you like Dante." I glare at him.

"With how much you respond to my touch, I assure you signorina you will end up coming to me yourself." I didn't miss the way his eyes roamed my body, before settling on my chest, hovering there a little bit longer and then landing finally on my lips... and then back to my eyes.

"Keep on wishing, Dante Moretti." I clear my throat before speaking. His eyes keep sending chills down my spine...

"Oh, you'll see. When I start with you, you'll be screaming, begging me for more." He assures with a whole lot of confidence.

I wonder where that stupid confidence of his came from. He sends me a smug smile before going to join the others having fun. I didn't wait any longer, I turn around making my way to my room. Immediately my head hit the soft pillows I drift to sleep.

There isn't much to do the next day. Kay and I go out to get outfits for the bachelorette party to be held at the club tonight. My dress is a short silver dress. It is backless with tiny straps, Kay chose it for me. I didn't miss the mischief in her eyes when she threw the dress at me. She chooses a red dress for herself. The dress she chose is short and strapless. I love it.

We head to the club with Caitlyn and the girls in a limo. The guys left for their bachelor party earlier. We dance, talk and laugh. I didn't drink though since nothing good comes out of me drinking. I didn't bother drinking at all. I can't say the same about Kay who is downing shots with Caitlyn and her friends. When I tell her to slow down, she calls me a killjoy and a party pooper. Oof!

By midnight, we are at the hotel reserved for the bride to be. Caitlyn booked the rooftop for her after party. There are male strippers in police uniforms. It is actually fun to be honest, although almost all the girls are drunk, Caitlyn included. I shake my head looking at Kay who is screaming and acting all crazy. The alcohol really is all kicked in. I decide we've had enough when Kay starts to make out with one of the strippers. I message Shawn to pick us up because Kay wouldn't stop shouting his name. She really is killing me slowly, reducing my lifespan day by day. Then, I help the ladies to their hotel rooms. After making sure the girls are all settled in their rooms, I go down to the hotel lobby with Kay where we wait for her boyfriend. It took a lot of falling and dragging.

Drunk Kay isn't my favorite at all. She keeps going on and on, speaking in languages I don't understand... more like talking gibberish to be exact.

When I see a red car pull up in front of the hotel I take her with me immediately before she drives me any crazier. It isn't Shawn who appears though, it's Dante. I wonder the hell he's doing here because I'm pretty sure I messaged Shawn and not him.

"Before you start asking questions, believe me when I say Shawn isn't in the position to drive right now."

"And why should I believe you won't drive us over a bridge?" I ask, helping Kay settle in the backseat of the car before moving close to Dante.

"Would you like to confirm yourself?" He smirks.

"You mean by shoving your tongue down my throat like you did with that woman? No thanks." I say, getting in the front seat.

"Are you jealous?" He laughs before starting the car and driving off.

"You wish." I scoff.

When we get back to the resort, Dante assists in bringing Kay to the room she shares with her boyfriend. After making sure she's properly tucked in bed I mutter a quick thank you to Dante before heading to my room. When I reach the door, I notice Dante is right behind me.

"What are you doing?" I question.

"Going to my room of course." He states, pointing to the room opposite mine.

"Oh." I mutter.

"Unless you want me to come in... don't worry, I don't bite." He bites his lower lip.

My gaze lower down to his lips and I gulp nervously. Dante Moretti is doing things to me, things I can't possibly explain. It feels like I want him. I didn't miss the way his eyes roam my body. I feel totally exposed under his hot stares.

His arm wraps around my waist, sending chills down my spine. His other hand is trailing up and down my exposed back. I moan. My eyes fly open once I realized what I just did. I see lust in his eyes. His gaze fall to my lips and before I knew, we start to kiss. I don't even know who initiated the kiss. I just know he's kissing me and I'm kissing him back.

Oh boy!

The kiss is hard and urgent. I can feel my heart racing in my chest. I didn't even realize we were already in his room until I hear him kick the door shut. His lips never left mine.

His hands find their way behind my knees and before I knew he picks me up, my legs wrapped tightly around him. His lips leave mine and a disapproving groan escapes past my mouth. He starts sucking down my neck... licking and biting. That is when a quick thought crosses my mind.

"Don't you dare leave a mark on me." I glare at him.

"You know Ria, normally when people engage in this kind of deed it is less words, more actions." He bites my lower lip.

"Too much talking is such a turn off."

He begins placing kisses on my chest. My head falls back in pleasure. My hands are grabbing his dark hair, pulling him closer to me.

"And you better not add a label to this... this means absolutely nothing." My voice comes out in a whisper.

"Trust me, I'm not the label kind of guy." He says, sucking my left breast.

"Good. I want you, you want me. This is a one-time thing." I state, moaning out loudly.

He laughs, putting me back down before moving to sit on the bed. I give him a confused look.

What's funny exactly?

"Says who?" He raises a brow, a devilish smile playing on his lips.

"Look, Dante I know all you wanted all along is to have me in your bed." I sigh.

As if it isn't so obvious...

"That's right. I didn't think you were so smart." He shrugs.

Just when I thought he couldn't get any more annoying, apparently Dante says hold my fucking beer.

"Saying this is a one-time thing, you are not in the position to decide that."

"And what the hell does that even mean?" I raise a brow. "Look, I don't even know what sort of madness possessed me in the first place. This is such a bad idea."

I turn around to leave but his voice stops me.

"Feel free to leave but once you decide to stay, then know that you are not done with me unless I say so."

Ugh?

"So you want us to become bed buddies?" I break into a humorless laughter.

He probably thinks he's making a lot of sense right now. Dante Moretti is insane.

I mean, does he even think he's making any sense? Well, this is Dante we are talking about and he doesn't seem like the type to do any thinking. He acts mostly without thinking so this isn't surprising at all.

He gets off the bed, coming to stand in front of me. He wrap his arms around my waist, pressing me tightly against him. I gasp.

"Call it whatever you want, signorina." His voice comes out huskier this time.

He removes the band holding my hair and my blonde hair crash down my back in waves. I shudder when he starts trailing up and down my exposed back with his finger.

"You look even more beautiful with your hair down." He whispers before planting a kiss on my lips. It was quick and then he moves back abruptly.

I feel whatever sanity I have left disappear. Walking to where he is, I pull him down to me until his lips land on mine. The kiss is different this time. It is harder and wanton. He bites down my lower lip and I shudder. His tongue gains access to my mouth, and our tongues move together in a fiery dance. I am melting.

I feel sudden chills hit my body when my dress fall to the floor. He picks me up and before I knew, my back hits the soft bed. His bodyweight against mine feels wonderful. When his lips leave mine, we are both breathing hard. He removes his clothing and before me he is in all his naked glory. My cheeks flush once I lay eyes on his hard-on and he notices, smirking. He kisses me, touches me, did things to me that melted me completely. His grunts and my moans fill the room.

When he leaves the bed, he rummages through the drawer, and I presume he's in search for protection. After finishing his business he comes back to bed, quickly getting rid of my underwear with his teeth. His teeth graze my lower body in the process and I moan. I watch his eyes feast on my naked body, his eyes turning a darker shade with lust.

His hands are everywhere. Touching me, pleasuring me like there is no tomorrow. He takes his time to tease me over and over again... until I couldn't take it any longer. He made me beg, call out his name and fuck, I did shamelessly. Never in my life did anyone make me feel this way. Dante is making me feel so much pleasure I'm almost close to losing my mind. I shiver and moan with every movement of his fingers inside me. Fuck, I want more. I want to feel all of him.

When he slides past my entrance and I feel him inside me, I gasp... my eyes shutting out of its own volition. My nails scratch down his back and I could swear it will surely leave a mark the next day. He is buried deep inside me and his every movement is hard and fast... driving me to great heights of pleasure. His grunts are like music to my ears. I look into his eyes, so dark with lust and when he kisses me, I kiss him back giving it my all like my life depends on it.

A part of me keeps telling me it's all wrong, but how can something so wrong feel so right in a wrongful way? Either way, there is definitely no turning back now.

The devil got me.