Chapter17:

Rolling on the vast bed, Sandro covered his ears with the pillow in response to a knock. He sighed and tried to drift off again, but the pounding on the door persisted. Slowly opening his eyes, he winced as sunlight streamed in from the window. His gaze shifted to the large clock on the wall, and he suddenly shot out of bed. It was mid-afternoon, and he had never slept this late before today. Frowning, he tried to recall if he had partied last night, but nothing came to mind. He believed he hadn't done anything to warrant oversleeping, and he had been with Arabella throughout the day as well. "Arabella," he mumbled as the image of her lifeless body flashed in his mind. "Sh*t!" he exclaimed as memories of what had transpired rushed back. He had gone overboard with his punishment, and she had ended up unconscious. He wasn't sure if she was awake now, but Francis had assured him she'd be okay after checking on her the previous night. Sandro quickly threw on a faded pair of jeans and a red