I stretch my arms over my head, wiggling my toes as a yawn escapes my lips. My body is sore ànd everything ache in the most delicious way.
Then it clicks in my head, a realisation that has me sitting up in bed with a jerk. This isn't mine ànd Javier's room and definitely the man with me last night wasn't my husband. Well, ex-husband because he served me divorce papers on our third wedding anniversary. My eyes scan the room ànd nothing seems familiar about it, not until a hauntingly familiar voice jerks in my brain. " I thought you'd want to sleep in some more considering what happened last night." My heart race and my breathing quicken. I will myself not to look at the direction of the voice . But, against my better judgement, I do and holy crap! I am immediately mesmerised by the sight before me. Lorenzo stands at the entrance of the bathroom clad in nothing but a towel loosely tied around his waist. My eyes land on his lips and goddess! I can't forget how those sinful lips kissed me down there, eating me up like some delicious dessert until I screamed in sheer ecstasy. His wet hair drips down his face and body, the beads of water running down the ridges of his body and I bit my lip, resisting the urge to lick each and every one of them off. My eyes follow the drop of water sliding down his face, his neck and into his chest. My mind goes back to last night when I sucked his neck while his hands roamed my body, leaving trails of fire in their wake. His skin glistens and I want nothing else but to trace my fingers along the trail of dark hair disappearing into his towel. I shake my head, trying as hard as possible not to focus on that particular area. But it is of no use. Lorenzo is an Adonis, a gift from God. With his killer smile and panty dropping body, he can rival any model here in Chicago. He smirks and the way his eyes bore into me, the way they seem to caress every part of my body. My gaze locks with his, his eyes dark and lust-filled and I swallows thickly. "See something you like?" My head jerks at the sound of his voice, and I feel a blush creep up my cheeks. I have been caught checking him out and judging by the look on his face, he seems to have thoroughly enjoyed it. Every bit of it. "I..uh...I was just-" "Caught red handed?" he asks, a smug smile on his face. I roll my eyes at him, choosing to ignore him as I got out of bed. My phone chooses that exact moment to ring. Scrambling to pick it, I answer without checking who is calling, anything to get away from this embarrassing situation. A moment later, my phone slips to the floor and I gasp, wishing I hadn't answered it My face pales and the colour drains from my face. Without much as a word, I scramble to pick my scattered clothes, putting them on before walking away, ignoring Lorenzo's desperate çall for my attention. I feel numb all over and my body moves in autopilot. Thirty minutes later, I push the cab door open before racing towards the entrance of the white building. St Luke's hospital. That's where my father lies, in a critical condition. I race to the receptionist desperate to find out about my father. " Hello, I'm here to see Mr Rogers Clark. I'm his daughter." I announce and the lady looks at me with... disdain? " So you are his shameless daughter? Here to finish him off?" She spats distastefully. I frown, taken aback by his words. " Head straight to your left. The first room. " she spat and I don't need to be told twice. I practically ran to the room, throwing the door open. My eyes fall on the unconscious man lying on the hospital bed and tears sprung into my eyes. Dad. My father who had always been strong. He is lying unconscious, tubes stuck in him. His eyes closed and face pale. I ran towards him, tears running down my face as I dropped to my knees beside his bed. "Dad." My hand trembles as I touch him, the tears coming out full force. I am responsible for his condition! I caused this! Pain, regret and untamed fury fill me, threatening to tear me apart. The door opens and I hear footsteps behind me, but I don't bother to turn. I don't want to see whoever it is. I just want someone to Snap me out of this cruel dream. Tell me that I amjust dreaming. That my father is not lying in a hospital bed fighting for his life. " You know for someone who always acts like she is above others, this is so satisfying to watch. " That voice. That voice filled with mockery and so much undisguised loathe is all too familiar. Sophia, my adopted sister. I turn around, shocked to hear her words. " Why? " The question leaves my mouth as soon as it floats in my mind. Why would she sleep with my husband on our wedding anniversary? Who knows how long they have been sleeping around? Oh god! I am such a fool to never see that she hated me. But why? " I hate you and just want to see you suffer. Is that answer good enough? " Sheer mockery laces her words. " But then why do you care about that? You should worry about keeping your father alive because that's the only thing left for you. " My gaze fly to my father who lay on the bed, pale, his eyes shut, the heart monitor showing a steady heartbeat. " What are you talking about, Sophia?" I am tired and exhausted, emotionally drained and in no mood to deal with her antics. " Oops, I thought you knew? " A gasp, a mocking one leaves her lips adding more to my confusion. " Know what?" Her sinister gaze tells me that whatever she is about to say is going to shatter me even more. " Your father transferred the company to Javier last night. Not just the company, all your family assets too. " Her words register in my brain, and I shake my head in disbelief. " That's impossible. Dad would never…” " It's very possible. You are such a fool. " She laughs. " Your father never trusted Javier so after your wedding, they signed an agreement. If he ever betrayed you, all his assets would go to you and vice versa. Last night you spent a night with a man, you know what that means, right Megan? "I step out of my car and out on my mask. I have a cap covering my hair and dark shades on before I make my way to the hospital entrance.It's been three days since the news of my divorce and my father's losing his company made the headlines.The media has been camping outside the hospital and I don't need anyone to brief me on who they plan to attack with questions.It's been three exhausting days of trying to run around asking my father's friends for help to pay his surgery fee.Guess what, they decided to kick us when we were already drowning. I am not stupid enough not to realise that Javier has a hand in this. Especially not after he took over the company, fired the loyal workers and terminated a few contracts with my father's supporters.The company has been in uproar while I have to sit and watch as he messes up my father's lifetime hard work.Sneaking into the hospital, I push the door to my father's room. My eyes widen and horror grips me when I spot a familiar silhouette hove
Lorenzo povI watch as her eyes widen in shock before something clouds those beautiful brown orbs. Is that shame I saw? Definitely. " You should leave too. " She says standing on her feet. Her innocent eyes look anywhere but my face. I can see she is broken, shattered even. But who wouldn't after what that scum of an ex- husband subject her to. I am usually not a compassionate person. I don't like my women weak and fragile but something about this woman stirs something deep within me. She has always had that ability since the first time I laid my eyes on her six years ago. Something about her pulls me to her, like how a moth is attracted to light. I want to pull her in my arms and comfort her. Casting one last glance at her, I walk out and head towards the reception. I make to pass when I hear the nurses gossip about Megan. " I heard she slept with an escort. That's why her husband dumped her. "" With a good man like Mr Massimo, why would she need to bed a gigolo? It's disgu
Megan POVHe smirks, his eyes settled on my face." Yes, Megan. What do yóu think about becoming my wife?"His voice is calm. Too calm I'd say for my racing heart." But I was..."" You were considering Javier's proposal? To be a mistress?" Something dangerous flashes in his eyes before it disappears and is replaced by a not so pleasant smile." That's not it." Composing myself, I defend." Oh!" Now he looks amused. " Then what is it, Megan?"He asks.Damn! My name sounds so pleasant rolling off his tongue." You don't mind I was married to your nephew?"I mean, this man is Lorenzo Massimo. He is the dream guy of every woman out there. He is rich , tall, powerful and handsome and I am just a divorced woman with a soiled reputation and a financial wreck.He shrugs, a ghost of a smile appearing at the corners of his lips. " If I did, you would not have been here, and we wouldn't be having this conversation."" Besides, we already slept together. What's there to care about anymore."I bl
I look at the woman reflected in the mirror ànd I can't help but smile to myself.Today is Lorenzo's grandfather's birthday party and I will be accompanying him to meet his family.It's crazy how despite being married to Javier, he never took me to hís parents. Anytime there was an occasion or an event, he would give excuses. Sometimes, my sister would go as hís plus one.I must really have been blind to ignore the red flags. He would always say that his family is complicated and that keeping me away from them was protecting me.I believed him ànd never questioned shit. Now, I realize those two started sleeping together behind my back for a long time. A pair of a cheating bastard and a conniving bitch. They deserve each other.Lorenzo didn't hesitate to take me to meet his family despite our marriage being fake. The way he looks at me makes me want to just pull down my pants and let him explore my candy shop.He has however kept his distance since I signed the papers. Ofcourse, I have
Javier looks at me, then to Lorenzo in utter shock. Do I have to say I enjoy the look on his face? If we weren't standing at the entrance of Lorenzo’s family house, I would have burst out laughing. “ What nonsense, uncle? Meghan is my wife.” Javier whispers, his jaws clenched. “I don't think so, homeboy. Last time I checked, you two are divorced.” Lorenzo States as a matter of fact, a grin on his face. He seems to be enjoying making Javier uncomfortable more than I expected. “ Since Megan is a free woman, I made her mine. So, back off little boy.” Lorenzo says, holding Javier's shirt and straightening it. “ Shall we, My lady?” He asks with a bewitching smile. He offers me his hand which I take. I don't spare Javier another glance as we step inside the huge magnificent living room. My eyes scan the room and I am not surprised to see my sister sitting shamelessly next to a middle-aged woman. “ Megan, what are you doing here?” Unlike Javier, Sophia is more composed as she asks.
Megan povSophia's overly sweet voice rings and I lift my face to see her standing behind Javier who is looking at me. “ I think I just asked a damn question Megan?” She shrieks, her eyes glaring at me. I fight the urge to roll my eyes at her absurdity. “ What are we doing here? Why don't you ask your lover?” I ask her meaningfully. Sophia turns to look at Javier who looks guilty as fuck. He dares not meet her gaze, making me scoff. I still can't believe I had lived with that kind of a man for years. He cheated on me with Sophia while we were married and now that we ain't married anymore, he wants me and Sophia too? He wants to eat his cake and have it too? The nerves. “ Javier, what's this bitch talking about?” Sophia asks, her gaze hardening. I smile, pleased with myself. It's stupid how Sophia thinks that Javier would be faithful to her when he wasn't to me. “ Oh well. I would love to watch a lover's quarrel but I don't have the time right now.” I say with a smile before
LorenzoI don't know what came over me when I saw Javier hold my doll. Not with the nasty offer he made her at the hospital. That sick fuck! After sticking his dick inside Sophia's pussy and choosing her over Megan,he dares come around proposing such idiotic deals? I usually don't bother with his actions but when it comes to my doll, that's where we draw the line. I warned him earlier to stay away from my woman but that fucktard seems to have a knack of annoying me. But, he will pay for his disobedience. Family of not, no one fucks around what belongs to me. Grandfather has strict rules that no member of the family shall hurt the other but damn the rules. If I don't remind Javier that Megan is mine, then I am not Lorenzo Massimo. They don't call me the devil for no reason in the streets. I have a reputation to uphold and that involves marking my territory. Megan is mine. She is my property and that sick fuck will learn that. Not just learn, he will respect that or I won't hesitate
Lorenzo pov“ So, what do you think?” I ask Hugo after Hunter Gambino leaves my office. He shakes his head. “ You know what my answer will be.” Hugo didn't seem impressed by the man nor his offer. Not like I did but I tried not to show it. With grandfather stepping down and leaving me to control the business, he has been on and about how the Gambino family might be what we need to step up. I don't think so. “ What do you think he wants to ship?” As much as the guy said it's nothing too serious, he doesn't look like someone I can trust. I don't want to find myself in a hole I can't drag myself out of. “ I don't know but it's nothing good. The last thing I heard was that the family is known for human trafficking and smuggling.”I am not shocked to hear that. Sure, my family is into illegal business but we don't sell arms or even do drugs talk less of human trafficking. “ I wouldn't be shocked to find out they traffic children. Anything dirty seems like their cup of tea.” You