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I woke to the sound of running water and stretched out in the huge bed. Lorenzo had left the bathroom door open, and from where I was laying, I could just about make out his perfect bum surrounded by the light shower steam.Yum.I ached. Last night had been a rollercoaster and had ended with me collapsing on my boss’s bed, and falling asleep naked, moaning gently as he massaged kinks out of my back after drawing multiple orgasms from my body.I reached for my phone and felt my stomach sink. My night had ended on a happy note, I was beyond satisfied, but it had taken a lot to get there, to push away the sad confusion that had washed over me after dinner.Lorenzo had ordered us a huge feast from the best Chinese in town, and after allowing me to thoroughly tell him off for sending Adonis to collect me for no apparent reason, he had convinced me to stay and eat—damn my traitorous stomach.
The telling off that I had given him did not go unpunished like I had first thought it had. I had the bruises on my thighs to remind me of that, and would apparently be making up for it for some time, likely with shit jobs that no one else wanted to do. The meal had been amazing though. So swings and roundabouts.After we had eaten, Lorenzo had excused himself to check in with Grey on a job, so I had taken the opportunity to call Toby and explain, somehow. I didn’t have any idea what I’d say to him, and I hadn’t needed to come up with anything, since he hadn’t answered. I’d called a couple of times, and each call ended up going to his voicemail. I sent him messages, and hoped he’d just been caught up at work or something.Now though, the next morning, I still hadn’t heard from him. I looked back towards the bathroom and saw that Lorenzo was still washing. So I grabbed my phone and brought up Toby’s number, pressing the green button to call him.After three rings he picked up, and relief flooded over me. “Toby, Hi, how are you?” The words rushed out.“I’m fine, are you okay?” he said bluntly.What the fuck.“Yeah, I’m okay. I’m so sorry about last night, I—” I began, but he cut me off.“It’s fine. It’s for the best anyway. I shouldn’t have led you on like that. I’ll see you tomorrow for our session as usual.” He ground out the words like they were painful to say, and quickly cut the call.I blinked in shock. What the hell was that. How had we gone from fun, flirty and about to have dinner together, to whatever the hell this was. ‘Led you on.’ I was calling bullshit, there was no way he had been faking last night. Not a chance in hell. Unless it was payback for the way I’d stupidly behaved after our first date. Had he actually convinced me that I’d get a second chance with him just to make me feel like crap?My stomach twisted in a tight knot and my eyes stung with tears that I refused to let fall. Fuck. I liked him. One date, and I was upset. How had I let that happen?
I knew how. He was the picture of the life I’d always wanted, the little fantasy that I never thought I’d have. A happy, simple, carefree life where I wouldn’t be watching my back. Being with Toby would’ve been as easy as breathing. Now that fantasy had been crushed before I’d even had the chance to live one single day of it.I took a few moments to pull myself from this sadness, knowing that if I settled in it for too long, I’d begin thinking about the other future that I’d lost. I couldn’t cope with thoughts of the family that I’d had taken from me right now. They would tip me over the edge, and I was all too aware of where I was currently sitting. No, all of those feelings needed to be placed in a little folder and shoved to the bottom of my mental pile. I’d cry about it all later. Eugh, no. No I wouldn’t, I wasn’t the girl who cries over a guy she had one date with.Snap the fuck out of it, Mallory.Looking back over to the open bathroom door, I realised there was a very simple way to shift my mood right in front of me. I didn’t need to lick my metaphorical wounds when I had someone capable of doing it for me. Lorenzo was rinsing his hair, most likely now finished with his shower, so I’d have to move fast.
Climbing out of the bed I padded across the heated floorboards, my legs ached already, but I could ignore that. Physical pain never really bothered me much anymore, and aches, they were just a mild annoyance.“Need a hand?” I offered as I posed naked in the doorway, putting on a sensual voice that didn’t match my mood, yet.Yep, I was going to use sex to get over this shitty feeling.Lorenzo turned to face me, the stream of water crashing over him having the exact effect I had hoped it would. “I’m done, amore, do you need a hand?” He held his hand out to me, inviting me to step into the shower with him.The warm water cascaded over me, and I understood why Lorenzo had spent so long in here, the pressure felt amazing. I groaned in delight as I tipped my head back to soak my hair, and Lorenzo chuckled, a low, hungry sound that sent a whole new ache through my body.
The perfect distraction.The smell of his soap hit me as his hands began to caress my body, he pulled me close to him as he lathered the soap over my back, and a small gasp left me when his hard length pushed against my stomach. His hands slipped between our bodies as he continued to work the soap into my skin, lingering on my breasts and gently toying with my nipples. I let my fingers trail featherlight circles up and down his biceps as he teased me. Lorenzo’s hands wrapped back around to my back and up into my hair, he tugged firmly to tip my head back, forcing our eyes to meet.“You are a goddess, amore mio,” he breathed and dipped his lips to mine in a soft kiss that left me desperate for more. “Did you have an enjoyable evening?”“Of course.” I had. Once I had calmed down, he had treated me to my idea of a perfect meal and had fucked me senseless. Although, I had attempted to leave after dinner, wanting to go home and speak to Toby. In hindsight I was glad that he convinced me to stay, now that I knew Toby wasn’t interested in me.Memories of Lorenzo ripping my yoga pants off and shredding my panties in the foyer flashed through my mind. The way he had sat me on top of a table so that he could ‘enjoy his favourite treat’ as he had put it, had my core clenching. Adding the knowledge that it had annoyed Adonis was the perfect little cherry on the cake. Noticing that he hadn’t been able to focus on that sweet barmaid because of us only made me enjoy our unintentional performance even more. Anything to ruin his day.“Do you see how happy we could be?” he murmured and nipped my earlobe. I hummed at the sensation, then realised what he had said.“Lorenzo, what are you aski—” I stumbled on my words as his fingers left my hair and slipped between my legs, he gave me a devilish smile and plunged two fingers inside me. He pumped them lazily, making me swallow hard and attempt to get back to my train of thought. “What are you asking exactly?” I panted.“I’m asking you to imagine a life where you come home to me,” he said, his fingers working away slowly inside me. “A life where I’m the one who makes you happier than you have ever been.”I searched his eyes for the joke, but all I could see was lust. I trailed my gaze over him, taking in the man standing bare before me.
He was perfection, why was I so hesitant?
I let my eyes settle on his chest where three light scars marked his otherwise perfectly smooth skin, three healed wounds to remind him of how he got to where he was. Only three, to remind everyone else just how hard it would be to kill him. Lorenzo D’Angelo was not easily hurt, there had only been one man to ever leave a lasting mark on him. Shay. They were enemies for a reason that was far deeper than just criminal rivalry.Lorenzo D’Angelo was my boss. My deadly, secretive, untrustworthy boss. My boss who I had started fucking on a stupid murder high, a murder that had turned out be a complete failure on my part. My mind blurred, anger and grief battling with temptation and the fire burning in my core.My pussy began to tighten around his fingers, but he stilled, waiting for my response.“I…” I swallowed and steadied my breathing a little. “I’m not sure if I can,” I admitted, refusing to look at him.He pulled away from me, sliding his fingers out of me and leaving me wanting. I couldn’t blame him though, the words that had left my mouth hadn’t even come close to what he apparently wanted to hear from me.
Last night had been a date in his eyes, and he was throwing his cards on the table, declaring his desire for more. He stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel. When he reached the doorway, he turned to face me.“I opened up, Il mio tesoro.” His expression was stern. “You know what I want now, but I will not wait for long. I’d like you to try. Once you’ve showered, I’d like you to leave. Come back when you’ve thought this over.”He turned and left me standing speechless in his shower.
What the fuck was I going to do?