Secrets

Lorenzo's POV

A grunt escaped my lips when the rays of sunlight filtered into the room, my brows crooked inwardly with my gaze running around swiftly.

A smile accompanied it when I recalled all that had happened last night. Daphne was letting me into her life, and there was nothing else that I wanted.

Letting the moment soak in, I went through the daily routine of getting myself washed up, before realization dawned on me that I actually didn't have any outfit to wear.

With a hand clicking on my phone, I placed a call to Jack, who didn't pick up nor did it get connected. This was rare of him, he was always easy to get across to, so I couldn't just help the bizarre thoughts in mind.

What if something had gone wrong? I quickly threw over the suit trousers with a white diesel polo that cling to my upper body, revealing my toned muscles and arms before deciding to let Daphne know I was leaving, but the still of the living room welcomed me in.

A stunned tone left my vocals. It was pro