SERENA POV

My head throbbed with a hangover the moment I began to wake up. God, how much did I drink last night?

There was a pulse inside my skull that made my head feel sensitive to the slightest sound and light. Thankfully the curtains were closed so there was only a faint amount of light streaming in, just enough to see around the bed.

There were clothes scattered on the floor. My skirt, top, underwear, and what looked like a button-up?

I don't remember wearing a button-up last night.

No, Joyce and I were at the club last night.

The memories of last night flooded into my mind.

I had sex with Clayton!

My eyes snapped open as I felt movement behind me.

I looked down to see his tanned, muscular arm wrapped possessively around my waist.

The heat from his chest was radiating onto my bare back.

"Good morning, Amore Mio," He mutters in a husky voice into my ear. A shiver runs through me at how deep his morning voice was. Damn, I never knew a voice could be so sexy. (**translation- my love)

I slowly turn in his arms, trying to not upset my head more than it already was.

He pulled me closer until my face was buried into his chest and my body was half on his. It felt good, don't get me wrong, but this was not something I do. I was not used to being in this position.

I had never been one to sleep around, especially considering I have been in a relationship for the past few years. Even if I never took it seriously, there was no sex involved. Not with Lance or any other men.

Why didn't he leave while I was asleep? Wasn't that what normally happens.

"So you're a shy one, huh Scarlet?" He asks against my hair before placing a kiss there. I quickly recover from my shock and looked up at him as he places my head against his chest.

"Not particularly," I say bluntly. "I'm just not the kind of girl to have a one-night stand."

"Who said this was a one night stand?" He interrupts me with a smirk and a raised eyebrow.

"Its not?" I ask confused.

His eyes go hard for a second at my question and I stiffen. His facial expression was one you would see on someone before they plunge a knife into your chest.

"Why would it be a one-night stand?"

"I don't know, maybe because I live in a different country," I say and avoid his eyes. They were too intense to stare into for long.

"I was drunk and wasn't thinking about what I was doing. I'm sorry if you thought this was something else."

Guilt plunged into my chest at my actions of last night.

I knew I shouldn't have gone to that damned club.

I sit up in bed and slide towards the edge, holding the blankets to my bare body. He didn't stop me but shifted his body so he was sitting up with his back resting against the wall. The blankets hanging dangerously low on his waist, showing his intense abs and muscles.

"Scarlet, come here."

This conversation seemed like I was breaking up with him. And the last time I did that, I got punched in the face.

I turned to face him while standing beside the bed. He slowly grabs my hand that was hanging by my side.

"I'm sorry, Clayton. We came on vacation to have fun. I never intended to sleep with someone. It was stupid to let myself lose control..."

"Scarlet," He warns in a deep tone at my ramblings. I stop mid-sentence and look into his dark brown eyes. We just stare at each other for a few moments.

"How much longer are you in Italy?"

I was silent for a second as I run my eyes over him. He showed no signs of danger, just wanting a conversation.

"Another week."

"So I have you for another week then," He says with a sly smile.

"I don't think you understand what I'm saying," I shake my head slightly, ignoring the pain. His eyebrows furrow slightly as I pull my hand from his.

"Please, explain then."

"I.. ugh.." My voice seemed to be caught in my throat. A smile appears on his face at my struggle. "What I'm trying to say is that I am here to have fun with my friend. I don't need a man in my life to control my every movement. Last night was a mistake."

The smile fell quickly from his face.

Taking that as I sign he finally understands what I'm saying, I turn around and go towards my luggage. I frantically dig through the bag for anything to throw on when I feel hands wrap around my waist, causing a gasp to leave my mouth as my back collides against him. His face snuggles into the crook of my neck.

"What are you doing?" My voice asks breathily.

"Who said I was willing to let you go?" He asks. I quickly snap out of my trance and spin around, shoving his chest. He doesn't move even a step. Instead, his grip on my hips tighten.

"You are here for another week you said, right?" He asks and my eyes move over his face, trying to see where he was going with this.

"What does that have to do..."

"So, I have you for another week," He says and I arch an eyebrow.

We were both quiet for a second as we stared at each other.

"You are here for vacation and to have a good time, right? Well, your friend is having more than enough fun with Spencer, so what's stopping you?" He asks as his eyes analyze my shocked expression.

I hadn't thought about it like that.

We are here to have fun and let loose. Just because I have never considered sleeping with a stranger on vacation, doesn't mean we couldn't have some fun.

The only thing holding me back is me.

But what if things blow up in my face and he starts to ask questions about me? I lied about my name to him already.

A part of me knew I shouldn't feel bad about it because he was just a stranger and I was protecting myself in my way by hiding my identity, but the other part felt guilty lying to him.

Realizing I had zoned out in my thoughts while weighing out the pros and cons, I snap my eyes back to his.

"Fine, but you have to agree that there are no feelings involved," I tell him with a serious look.

"Understood." He nods his head in agreeance.

"And no personal questions. We are only having some fun so there is no need to know anything about each other," I add on. He was quiet for a minute but soon nodded his head in agreeance.

"Anything else?" He questions with a smirk. Just now I realize that he is standing in front of me with just boxers on.

My cheeks burn red before they snap back up to his face. His smirk seemed to widen.

"Nope, that's all."

"Okay, now that that's settled," He says before tightening his grip on my hips and bending down slightly.

"What are you...?" I start to ask before he throws me over his shoulder. "Clayton! Put me down!"

"Not a chance," He says while walking towards the bathroom door and swinging it open.

"What are you doing?" I ask with a laugh as he places a hand on my butt.

"I don't know about you, but I need a shower."

He slowly places me back on my feet before leaning into the shower and turning the faucet on.

"Then why am I in here if you need a shower?"

"Because you are showering with me," He says with a devilish look in his eyes.

"Is that a question or a demand?" I playfully ask. He slowly moves towards me as I take tiny steps back until I am against the counter. His hand goes to mine which is holding the blanket up to my chest.

"Depends if you would agree if I asked or not."

"Probably not."

"Then it's a demand," His eyes seem to go a shade darker as he stares down at me. His hand tugs on the blanket until I loosen my grip and it falls to our feet.

I watch him as he slowly roams his eyes down my body before connecting with my face again. Lust was swarming in his eyes as my cheeks warmed up.

"Beautiful," He says before his lips are on mine. I instantly kiss him back as his hands go to the nape of my neck and tug my hair slightly. A small moan leaves my mouth and his lips form a smile against mine.

His hands leave my neck for a moment but are soon on the back of my thighs, lifting me onto the counter before taking a step away.

I give him a confused look while watching his hands go down to his boxers. Realization hit me and my eyes move away from him awkwardly.

"Don't be embarrassed, amore," He says putting a hand on my chin as he steps between my legs again. "Everything you see is yours."

The statement made my heart flutter and my core clench.

His hands were back on me as his lips connected with mine in a harsh, passion-filled kiss.

I was so entranced by the kiss that I barely felt him lift me from the counter and move into the shower until the warm water rained down on us.

My hands tightened around his neck as he pushed my back against the stone wall.

His erection was pressed firmly against my core as he lightly ground against me as if in question. My hands started to play with his hair as I moved my hips closer to him.

"Fuck," he mutters as he pulls away from my lips.

Our heavy breaths collide as we meet each other's eyes.

"This is going to be the best week of my life," He says and I smile up at him.

"You could say that again."

His lips move down to my neck as he bites and sucks playfully.

"Are you ready, amore?" He asks against my neck while moving a hand between us.

I open my eyes and look at him as he moves his mouth down to my breasts, placing wet kisses down them before popping a nipple in his mouth. A gasp mixed with a moan escapes my mouth.

Water was running down his face and falling from his eyelashes like something out of a movie.

I had never experienced this much pleasure before, and this was just foreplay.

He was the most handsome man I had ever met and he was in my hotel shower with me. I already knew it was going to be hard to leave in a week, but I had to embrace it now while I still had him here with me.

"Fuck me, Clayton."

He didn't need any other answer as he thrust hard and deep into me before pausing his movements with a groan.

He waited a few seconds for both of us to adjust as our breathing increased with passion.

When his hips started moving it was the best feeling in the world.

My legs tightened around his hips as small moans left my mouth and my head fell back against the shower wall.

It didn't take long until we both reached our climax and road it out together.

This was going to be the best week of my life.