"You promised me your virginity and your body. I was foolish to pass on the first, but like a debt collector, I am here to take the latter which belongs to me. Your body is mine, Rosianna."

A loved one who became a stranger and a heart filled with secrets...

“Oh, Rosy,” Santos whispered, his voice sending shivers down her heated body. “Do you remember?”
“What?” she asked, even though she feared that she already knew what he was asking.
He leaned closer to her ear. “That night six years ago? Right here, in this house, in this room...you begged me to take your body”
Her eyes closed at the pain of the memory. “Let me go, Santos. I don’t want you anymore.” she lied.
Pressing his body against hers, his hand slid underneath the towel and caressed her there. She leaned into him and moaned throatily.
He nibbled at her ear, and whispered, “That’s not what your body is saying, darling.”
******
Rosianna Bells and Santos Hathaway had a rocky start, growing up as rivals and constantly at each other’s throats. However, one heated argument changed everything when Santos revealed that he would be leaving the country for two years. In the heat of the moment, Rosianna confessed her love for Santos and offered him her virginity, which Santos declined out of respect. Instead, he promised to do right by her when he returned.
Rosianna promised to love Santos and wait for him, but as soon as he traveled, she transformed into a completely different person. Santos got proof that she slept with his best friend, and it broke his heart. So, he stayed away, too hurt and angry to face her.
Six years passed, and Santos received news that his father was hospitalized and on the brink of death. He knew that he couldn’t stay away any longer, and so he returned home.
Despite his anger, Santos didn’t forget the promise that Rosianna made to him all those years ago. She promised him her body. And, no matter how much he hated her, he was determined to collect she owed him.

Let me introduce myself. My name is Rosianna Bells and I'm twenty-four years old. I own a small but
successful textile company, so you can consider me a rich woman. I am addicted to sex. This is the hidden
me.

Santos Rome Hathaway. Even after six years, I'd recognize the voice of my uncle's adopted son
anywhere. Santos and I didn't see eye to eye. We always didn't like each other. Always.
Always fighting. Always arguing. Always fighting. Santos Rome could be a real jerk sometimes.
It didn't help that he was very handsome and women fell all over him. He was a well-known and famous
playboy. He left the country six years ago, and I had already come to terms with the fact that he would
never return - that I would never see him again.
Santos was the one man in the world I swore I would never have sex with. It was a vow I planned to keep
until the day I took my last breath.

"You know, it's a good thing I'm going to Paris tomorrow. At least we won't be at each other's throats
anymore," Santos declared as he looked at me.
These words had left me speechless. "What?" I'd always known he was leaving, but I didn't know they'd
set a date. It was too soon!
He shrugged. "I'm leaving tomorrow."
The resentment bled out of me. Our parents thought Santos and I were stepsiblings, but for some reason,
we'd never been able to see ourselves that way. It was always clear to me that Santos was adopted, and
there was no blood between us.