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When Ava woke again it was early morning. Soft sunlight slipped through the curtains above the bed and she winced, raising her hand to her cheek and touching the warmth the sunlight had left there. The drowsy effects of the alcohol had worn off and she sat up, groaning loudly as a splitting headache ran through her head. She was so not a fan of morning hangovers!Her groan roused the body beside her and she flinched slightly, almost scared, realizing that someone was on the bed with her. She stared in awe as the person rubbed his eyes sleepily and sat up. The man beside her was a literal god! She blinked repeatedly, trying to be certain that this was the man she'd spent the most of last night with.His hair was tousled, the fine brown strands standing out every which way. She longed to touch his hair, to run her fingers through it but held herself consciously. His eyes were hooded and staring at her sleepily. Her own eyes moved from his face to his bare torso, longing to run her hands

I know, I know. And I promise, all of this would not affect your business with us. Please bear with us. We will sort it out soon. Thank you very much" Lewis Martinez said and dropped the phone in his hand, wondering how many more angry clients he would have to deal with before the day ran out. His nerves were already frayed as it was, and he knew the worst of it was yet to come. This day seriously couldn't get any worse.He sighed and left the window where he stood, coming to sit behind his sleek mahogany desk and opening his laptop. The sounds of light tapping on the laptop's keyboard echoed throughout his large office as his hands started to beat away. His eyes were heavily hooded in a sleep deprived state and there were worry lines etched on his forehead. He groaned and rubbed his sore eyes, wondering when this will all end. Picking up the cup of coffee beside him, he took a sip and grimaced at the taste. Ugh, the coffee was already cold and tepid.His life so far had been one hell