TAMED

Prologue

Prologue

Flavio Del Grassi let his honey coloured eyes scan the unusually crowded ball room. He was currently burdened with an unwelcome feeling of confusion. He always held a ball every year for his business associates which ages where either 40- something or 70- something it was highly rare to find a 30- something in the crowd but he was unpleasantly surprised with the out come this year.

Mostly it was partners, stock holders, stock brokerage, interns and personal assistants. It was so crowded that he could barely hear is own thoughts. He stretched his hand out and grabbed a flute from a passing tray and just as expected, he took a large gulp before looking at the nearly finished glass.

Flavio wasn't much of a socialist. He was an internationally known entrepreneur and so he had to throw and or attend events on a regular basis. Retracting his hand from his pocket, he flicked his wrist and darted his vision to his rolex. A deep sigh escaped his lips before he briskly turned around and collided with a surface he barely felt.

"Shit!"

He stared at the now champagne stained dress belonging to a woman whose face was covered by her thick waves of long chocolate coloured hair. She was practically frozen with her arms farther away from her dress and for the first time in a long while; Flavio didn't know what to do. He had never been in such a situation before.

All the guests where conversing and dancing; all oblivious to the little accident and Flavio couldn't be any more grateful for the turn out for the first time that night. She finally raised her head and that's when he felt like someone had sucker punched him in the gut.

She was breathtakingly beautiful.

Electric blue eyes and full red lips that was currently in a tight scowl as she assessed him with an undeniably irritation filled glance.

"You fool! Could you make use of your damn eyes since you have them!" She exclaimed, grabbing a handful of tissues from a maid and vigorously dabbing the very noticeable wet patch on her dress.

She was angrily mumbling curse words as she stomped away from him and that was when flavio had realised he hadn't said a single word. For the first time in over fifteen years, he was tongue tied, Fuck.

*

Katalynna Alcazar was a stunning woman. She had it all; beauty, brains and a rich daddy. Upon every perfection and flaw she had, she was extremely confident.

When an invitation was hand delivered to her office in Florence by her assistant, she had flicked her wrist; disposing it in the nearest bin. She wasn't interested in some boring party filled with old perverted geezers and their plastic surgery wives and or mistresses. She had kindly asked her assistant to RSVP a 'no' to the invitation and leave it at that.

In a days time, she got a phone call from her largest investor in her newly inherited company; her father Mr Julius Alcazar.

"What is this I'm hearing Lynna? You aren't attending the Del Grassi annual business ball? I handed my company to you in full confidence that you'd take it to another level but also continue the legacy, you're going and that's final."

She hadn't even had the chance to say hi before he hung up and now just like always, he was treating her like a ten year old; making her do what she absolutely didn't want to.

Katalynna was a stuck up woman but one thing she never passed up on was shopping. She grabbed her bag and her assistant and was out the door in under five minutes.

After hours and hours of shopping, she settled on a burgundy satin dress with a low neck line and a slit that stopped by her upper thigh.

She was currently looking at her reflection in the mirror, her nose flared and her eyes where as icy as freaking Alaska.

She looked down at the stain on her dress and groaned out loud once again. Making Menna; her assistant cringe.

Menna was attentive and extremely sharp. She was excellent at her job and when she was shoved in a corner, unable to fix a problem; she cringed almost every two minutes. She fiddled her thumbs and adjusted her large glasses. "Miss Alcazar-"

"I told you to call me Lynna." Katalynna practically growled.

"I- I'm sorry. Lynna, how about I grab your coat and we leave?"

Katalynna nodded and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear before biting at her artificial nails. As soon as Menna left, she returned with her faux fur coat and her purse. Mumbling a small 'thanks' Katalynna shrugged on her clothes and walked out of the bathroom and soon after, she was at her limousine.

The atmosphere in the vehicle was ice cold and as usual, Menna cracked it with business. "Miss Alcazar, um every follower of Alcazar enterprises knew you were attending a ball tonight and your experience is needed for the speech board."

With a careless shrug, Katalynna said the first thing that came to mind. "Why not just inform every follower how terrible my night went and be sure to add the fact that I definitely wont be attending any Del Grassi ball ever again, that's a mistake I wont be making a second time."

Menna stared at her employer; her eyes as wide as sausage rolls before adjusting her glasses to the very base of her nose. "Are you sure about that Miss- Lynna? I mean, this will remain here practically forever."

Lynna looked down at her stained dress before darting a death glare at her. "Do I look like I'm ever unsure of any decisions I make?"

Shaking her head furiously, the Petit woman quickly wrote down what was expected and before the universe could intervene, she posted the message.