Every meal should end with something sweet.

- Robert Irvine

Rafe Moretti's POV

I woke up with a severe headache. It seems like something was pounding inside my skull. Then I remember the reason behind my headache this morning. We played truth or dare last night. My eyes suddenly shot to open and scanned the place. That's right, we were married yesterday and she stayed here. I looked at my body to see that I was still fully clothed.

Did nothing happen last night? I asked myself silently. Ignoring my hangover I went out of the bed to search for the familiar blond woman around my suit. I found her having breakfast in the kitchen while she's so occupied typing furiously on her laptop.

"Good morning, Signorina." I greeted her with a smile, as I went to her place and give her a greeting kiss. She averted her head backward so I couldn't kiss her. The way her head moved backward was enough to detach her head to her neck.

I frowned at her but I was shocked when I saw the insolent glare she threw in my direction. Her blue-grey eyes snapped with fire. "What's so good about this morning, Mister?"

"What's wrong?" I asked casually, trying to have a pleasant conversation with her early this morning. I took the chair across to her to start my breakfast. "You seem to be in a bad mood this morning. Are you not comfortable sleeping next to another person?"

From my position on the table, I could see clearly that she gritted her teeth as the glare intensified immensely. "You claim that you didn't know why I am in a bad mood today, Rafaelle Moretti?"

I shook my head and started to grab a piece of bread on the table when she swatted my hand like a flying insect. "Aw! What's that for?"

"Everything you see in the freaking table is mine." She announced firmly. "If you want to have your breakfast go and order at the lobby by yourself."

I took a deep breath and stared at her intently. "Okay, tell me what's going on? Why are you behaving like this? I want to know why."

From the looked in her eyes she was about to kill me this instant. "All right fine, I will tell you. I'm also writing it to my blog, see?" The way she hit the keyboard was quite alarming. She was saying her thoughts out loud as she types them furiously on her laptop. "'First day as I married woman. This morning I woke up in a foul mood, why you ask? Well, maybe it has something to do with the fact that my husband last night fell asleep in the middle of his seduction leaving me frustrated throughout the night twisting and turning in the bed while the bastard slept soundly beside me. This was not what I expected when I imagine my wedding night. For those women reading my blog please take note never let your husband drink on your wedding day or you will suffer the same fate as mine.'"

"That's the reason why you're so angry?" I asked after silence filled the kitchen area. I didn't really remember what happened last night very clearly the last thing I remember last night as we're on the bed and I'm kissing her with lack of restraint.

She stood from her chair and hit the table with her palms. "Yes, Rafe. That's the reason why I am fumingly angry with you. One moment you unleashed this caveman attitude of yours telling me 'tonight you will claim me, tonight I will be yours, tonight you will be the only man who has the right to sleep in my bed'—then, the next you are soundly sleeping in my chest? What kind of man will do such a thing? I mean, do I look undesirable to you for you to fall asleep during our making love?"

I scratched the back of my head. "I'm really sorry that I fell asleep last night, Signorina. That wasn't my intention. Maybe I'm just so tired or drunk too much last night..." The air suddenly knocked out of my lungs as she suddenly unknots her bathrobe and showed her bare breast right before my eyes. Thank goodness she's wearing her lace thong this time but you could still see her private parts. Damn this woman and her self-confidence. The last time I wanted this morning was an unwanted erection. I glared at her. "...what are you doing?"

"Take a good look at my body, Rafe." She instructed, completely unashamed of her current state of undress. "Which part of my body did you see as unattractive last night? I am proud to say that I'm a very sexy woman than an average woman these days. In addition, everything you see in my body is natural."

I stood from my chair and cover her body again with her bathrobe. "Didn't I tell you before to value yourself high? What's with this early demonstration this morning?"

"Yeah," She agreed with deviltry in her voice. "But that was before. You gave me that advice when I am seducing a stranger but things change now. I am no longer seducing that stranger he is now my husband who denied me a wedding night."

I sighed deeply and stared at her hopelessly. "Can't you just move on to what happened last night, Signorina? I deeply apologize for what happened last night. I promised it won't happen ever again."

"What assurance can I get to believe you that I won't happen again, honey?" She inquired with a challenge in her eyes. I was about to answer when her mobile phone sounded. She looked at the screen and curse. "It's my grandfather's solicitor he's inquiring if that news that reaches him is true. He's asking if I am really married now. He wants to see us in his office if we are interested in the second will of Carlisle."

"What's your plan?"

She typed a quick text and shut her laptop. She stared at me strangely. "Let's go and shove our marriage license to his nose."

I couldn't help but smile. She really had a way with her words. "I will just take a bath quickly. Then we will meet your grandfather's lawyer."

"I can't wait to hear what other foolish stuff written at my grandfather's second will. I'm sure it will make my relatives go crazy with it." She muttered to herself.

Half an hour later we rode the elevator in silence. We still didn't resolve the issue about what happened last night. It seems that her mood lifted slightly—well, very, very slightly, if you are going to measure how much her mood improved it's one millimeter.

The way her heels clicked on the marble lobby of the hotel you knew she's still pissed off with my falling asleep last night. Right now, I was on her bad side one wrong move and I'm dead.

"Good morning, Mrs. Moretti." The friendly concierge greeted her with a smile. "I hope you did have a very wonderful evening night last night. You know newlyweds."

"Yes, I did have a wondering night. Thank you." She said acidly while her eyes shot like daggers to the poor man. The concierge just avoided her murderous glare. I looked at the man apologetically. Glancing at the fumingly angry woman beside me on the sidewalk I knew this was going to be a long day.

"You know, you don't have to be rude to the man," I said calmly as we slid to my car. "He's hoping that you did have a good night. It wasn't his fault that nothing happened last night."

She glared at me vehemently. "Yes, it wasn't his fault. It's my damn fault, okay? But it wasn't my fault that he's nosy."

I took a deep breath and drove away from the pavement. "He would not be asking if you had fun last night if you did not tell him happy that we just got married yesterday."

She didn't answer and just focused her attention on her window avoiding any conversation with me. She just instructed me which road I would take going to her grandfather's lawyer. When we arrived at the law firm building, she immediately slid out of the car without waiting for me to open the door for her.

I followed her in the elevator since the lawyer's office is located on the top floors. Thank goodness the elevator was empty when we rode it since I don't think it was such a good idea if she had company in public spaces.

Once the elevator door closed behind us, I glanced at her. "Signorina?" Still no response, her hands tucked together in the middle of her chest while she's looking straight ahead refusing to look at me.

That's it, I thought furiously. Enough is enough. I pulled her towards me and claimed her mouth. She struggled to be free from our position but I just lifted and sat her on the steel inlay bar of the elevator to have better access to her mouth.

I heard a low groaned in her throat. I don't want this cold air between us. I want that bubbly English heiress to be back. I sneaked my hand inside her blouse and squeezed her right breast. I lifted my mouth from hers slightly. "I'm so sorry for what happened last night, cara mia. I promise I will make up to you tonight."

"Rafe, please don't seduce my brain when we're about to see my grandfather's solicitor." She said a little breathlessly. "Put me down. I can't think straight."

"No," I said evilly, opening the first two buttons of her blouse. "Not until you have forgiven me about last night."

"Yes, I do forgive you." She said with bated breath while I kissed the base of her neck down to her cleavage. "Oh, my goodness..."

"It seems that my wife loves to wear lace undergarments. Another lace today, she's a seductress." I sucked the dainty white skin in her upper right breast. "There I said in satisfaction seeing the reddish-purple mark on her skin. "So now you cannot show your breasts so casually."

She stared at me in astonishment before staring at the mark on her skin. "Why did you give me a hickey?"

I cocked an eyebrow in her stunned face. "So I can mark my possession to you. You need some taming, young lady. I want to teach you a lesson never show yourself so casually to other people."

She scowled at me. "You are such an old-fashioned man."

"Get used to it," I said without a hint of regret in my voice. "This is the man you married." I leaned forward and whispered something in her ear. "But he's the best in bed I can assure you. He can make you forget all the other men before him."

"Oh, yeah?" The challenge was back in her eyes. I liked the way her eyes spark. "Can you really do that?"

"I will not answer that," I replied with a smirk. "I will show you tonight." Before she could answer I claimed her mouth again. Exploring her mouth like this was the last time I would have the chance of kissing her.

She's a bad influence on me if I had to be honest. She brings out the possessive and caveman in me. But right now, I don't care. All that matters to me was the thought of kissing her and never want it to end.

"We...need...to...stop...honey." She said between kisses. I didn't know if you could still call this kissing since there's a lot of biting and dueling tongues. "We're almost there. I need to be presentable when we meet Atty. Anderson."

"In a moment," I answered, buttoning up her blouse but still kissing her. Just when we finally managed to separates our mouths the door suddenly burst to open.

"That was close." She breathed while fixing her appearance. As we step outside the elevator the secretary of her grandfather's solicitor led us to the office. At least, she's now in a fine mood.