Marriage contract

Lorenzo pov

I 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 disgusting! "

" She is a whore. Do you think she cares about who she f*cks?  She dragged her father to hell with her. "

" Its a curse to have a daughter like her."

" Seeing how she pretends to be good, no one would guess she is so dirty. "

Every accusation, crueller than the previous one. 

" Don't you have anything better than gossip about your patients! " I roar and everyone scrambles on their feet after seeing me. 

My family owns this hospital so it's not surprising they know my identity.

Its one of the many businesses run under the Massimo empire. 

I head to my car and retrieve something before making a brief call. 

A minute later, I pushed the door to the room. Megan is sitting on a chair beside her father's bed. 

I walk to her and hand her the bottle of water. She takes it, uttering a weak thankyou. 

" I made arrangements. Your father will be scheduled for surgery tomorrow." I inform her and she chokes on the water she was drinking. 

She coughs, tears filling her eyes.

I pat her back. " Are you okay? " I ask.

Of course not dummy! What was I even thinking of asking such a stupid question. 

She pulls away from me and I see her eyes fill with hope? 

" Really? " She asks and I nod. 

I expect her to be happy but then, sadness clouds her eyes. 

" What do you want in exchange? " She asks and I smile. 

" Don't worry about that. I definitely won't ask you to be my mistress. " I reply and I smile when she slumps her shoulders.

" Let's go? " I ask, offering my hand to her. 

Megan looks me in the face, then my hand and back to my face with a frown marred on her face. 

" I have seen suspicious faces trying to sneak around the hospital. " I lie. " You don't want your picture with your husband's uncle gracing the headlines tomorrow, right? " I continue and her eyes widen.

She stands on her feet, adjusts her disguise and makes a beeline to the door. 

Leaving the hospital with my bodyguards clearing the way, I led her to my car. 

" I can drive myself home. " She says meekly. 

" Home? You mean parking your old car in random parking lots and spending the nights there?" I ask.

After my nephew took everything from her, he was not decent enough to leave her with even a roof over her head.

Megan whips her head to me, eyes wide like saucers. 

" You've been keeping tabs? " She says, her tone accusatory. 

" More like watching out for you. " 

Did she think no one would notice her actions? With how unsafe the streets are, who knows what would have happened to her if I didn't ask for my men to protect her. 

Snatching her car keys and tossing them to one of my men, I usher her into my car.  This time, she does not resist. 

I drive us to my penthouse and lead her to the house. 

" Go and freshen up. We have something to discuss. " I say, pointing to my bathroom.

She looks around, a nervous expression on her face.

" The bedroom is upstairs, third door to the left. I will order something for us. " 

Slumping on the sofa, I make myself comfortable. 

I don't know how to act around her and its taking me too much self control not to grab the little woman in my hands and bury myself deep inside her. 

I want to see her writhe beneath me and listen to her cry out in pleasure as she cums. 

But, I know that I have to take things slow with her. She doesn't know my wild side and unleashing that now will only scare her away. 

Fifteen minutes later, the little woman walks down the stairs. 

My eyes pop wide when I see her cream coloured skin covered with my shirt.  The shirt is long, acting as a shirt dress. 

She timidly walks and stands metres away from me. 

" You look good in my shirt. " The words escape my mouth before I can stop myself. But damn! She looks so hot that I wouldn't mind her wearing nothing but my shirts when we are indoors. 

I think i'll propose that . First things first. 

"'Take a seat. " I offer and walk to the table cabinet and retrieve a stack of documents that had been laying there for three days now. 

Walking back to the sofa, I hand her the papers. 

" Take your time to read through. Tell me if there's something you want amended and I'll contact my lawyer." I instruct before leaning on the sofa and lighting up my cigar. 

I am nervous, something I have never been even when facing my rivals or even when negotiating a business deal. But for some reason, I am waiting for Megan to get a glimpse of my proposal to her. 

I watch as her eyes widen when she reads the bold letters on top of the paper. 

" A marriage contract? You want to marry me?”