32. MISTAKES

KATERINA

I woke up as early as I had wanted, and I slipped the contacts back on, ready to leave his house already. I slipped my semi-wet sundress into a small bag, folding it properly. Then, I pulled the curtain open a little to see that the storm had stopped and I started to walk briskly to the door.

I planned to leave a message with his butler, so I closed the door to the room I had come out of as gently as I could, not wanting to alert anyone.

"You would have to be more discreet than that." Vincent's house almost had me jumping out of my skin at the sound of it.

I spun around to face him, a frown marring my facial features.

He looked slightly refreshed, like he had a bit of sleep but not too much to say it was a good night's rest. Typical Vincent; the most workaholic man I had ever come across, if I was being honest.

In a white singlet and multicolored pyjama pants, he looked like he had just escaped being trapped in some magazine. The man's body was ripped to perfection, coupled