52.

Amelia's POV

"Here's your…." My words got stuck in my throat when I found Alessandro lying on the floor in his room, wasted and crazily drunk.

After that night when he left my question hanging and smartly found a way to make love to me, I have been avoiding him just as recently.

This afternoon, I was here to serve his favourite champagne as he had instructed to be done every afternoon. But here he was, drunk to the core!

What has come over him lately? Yes, ...