All Chapters of CRAVING THE WRONG MAN: DANGEROUS DESIRES BOOK 1: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Rhaena’s POVThe next day, my phone rang while I was sitting on my bed, staring at nothing in particular and trying not to think about green eyes and stupid smirks. I glanced at the screen and saw Sandro’s name.I answered right away.His voice was warm and friendly, just like always. He asked how I was doing, and then he said he wanted to invite me over to his mansion for lunch. Nothing fancy. He sounded hopeful, almost excited, like this meant something to him.I felt a small smile tug at my lips.I was honestly happy he called. Sandro was kind in a way that felt rare. Genuine. He didn’t talk over people or look down on them. When he smiled, it reached his eyes. Being around him felt easy, safe.“I’d love to come,” I told him, meaning it.He sounded pleased, and that made me feel good. I thanked him for the invitation, told him I appreciated it. He laughed softly and said he was looking forward to seeing me.That afternoon, I stood in front of the mansion for the second time.Seeing

Rhaena’s POVI listened to Sandro as he spoke, really listened, even though my mind was already racing. He talked about family, about unity, about how much it meant to him that we all tried to make this work. His voice was calm and steady, the kind that made you feel guilty for even thinking of saying no.Then he smiled at me and said, “Rhaena, I’ve been thinking.”That alone made my stomach tighten.“I want you to join the company,” he continued. “I think you’d be a great fit.”For a second, I didn’t know what to say. I was surprised. A little flattered. “That’s very kind of you,” I said honestly.Then he added, “You’d be working closely with Alessio. The two of you would handle a project together.”I froze.“Together?” I repeated, just to be sure I heard him right.“Yes,” he said, nodding like this was the most natural thing in the world. “I think it would be good for both of you.”Good.Right.I let out a small, careful breath. “Sandro… I really appreciate the offer,” I began slowl

Rhaena’s POVI got to the office the next day about twenty minutes early, just like I planned. I stood across the street for a second before going in, looking up at the tall glass building. Ravelli Holdings looked even more intimidating in the morning light. Big. Polished. Like the kind of place where people didn’t trip over their words or spill coffee on important papers.I took a deep breath and walked inside.The lobby was quiet, almost too quiet. The marble floor reflected the lights above, and my heels echoed softly as I walked forward. A few people moved around, all dressed sharply, all looking like they knew exactly where they were going. I suddenly felt very aware of myself. My clothes. My posture. The fact that this was real.A man approached me with a polite smile and introduced himself as the head of operations. He said my name like he already knew it well, like I belonged here. That alone eased my nerves a little.He showed me to my office, walking beside me as he explaine

Rhaena’s POVMisunderstood? My hands shot up in disbelief. “Are you kidding me?” I hissed, stepping closer instinctively, my heels clicking against the floor. “Misunderstood? There’s no way I could have misunderstood your text. You sent it!”He tilted his head, studying me like I was an interesting puzzle he wanted to solve. “Maybe you read it wrong,” he said with that infuriating calm, voice low and confident. “Or maybe… I just wanted to see you show up early.”I felt my cheeks heat up, a combination of anger and… something else that made my chest tighten. I leaned against his desk for support, the cool wood grounding me as I glared at him. He was too close, moving around the desk with that slow, deliberate ease that made my pulse race.“You’re way too smug,” I muttered under my breath, but loud enough for him to hear.He leaned in slightly, eyes dropping to meet mine again. “You wanted a war, didn’t you?” His voice was soft, dangerous, teasing. “Well, I don’t play fair, spitfire.”M

Rhaena’s POVWe stepped into the restaurant, and my eyes widened slightly. The place was immaculate. Soft, golden lighting hung from the ceiling, casting a warm glow over the tables. The walls were decorated with abstract paintings, and the polished wooden floors reflected the light just enough to make the whole room sparkle. It smelled faintly of herbs, roasted meat, and freshly baked bread. Expensive, yes—but not ostentatious. Everything here felt carefully curated, like someone had thought of every detail.Sandro led us to a table near the center. The chair cushions were plush, soft enough to sink slightly into, and the table was perfectly set with cutlery, glasses, and crisp white napkins folded into elegant shapes. We all sat, Alessio opposite me, smirking ever so slightly, as if he knew exactly how much this seating arrangement would annoy me.A waitress soon appeared, clipboard in hand, walking with precise steps that made her heels click lightly on the floor. She approached Sa