"Stop staring," Lorenzo groaned, keeping his eyes glued to the road ahead. "You're making me nervous." Yeah right! Mr. Nerves of Steel, who handled the powerful Ferrari with grace and confidence, was nervous. Sarah didn't believe that for a second. She pursed her lips and diverted her eyes to the rapidly darkening horizon beyond her window. They had been driving for nearly forty minutes, and Sarah had no clue where they were or where they were going. She tilted her head back and closed her eyes for a few moments, feeling like the past few weeks of uncertainty were catching up with her. "We're here." Lorenzo’s voice jerked her out of her doze sometime later, and she stretched before sitting up to take stock of their surroundings. The car was already parked in the driveway of a huge house. The place made their, not immodest, house seem like a garden cottage. There were five other sleek and expensive sports cars parked in the driveway, and every light, both inside and out of the ho
Sarah certainly pulled out all the stops when faced with an obstacle, but this was just despicable and so unbelievably obvious. Lorenzo had given her no warning whatsoever. No wonder he was such a successful businessman; he was a master at manipulating a situation to his advantage, and this was a classic example. Give the omega what she wants and maybe her rebellion will subside and she will get down to the business of being a human incubator. "I'm so happy to meet you, Mr. Giovanni," she said softly, taking the man's proffered hand and disguising her anger behind a sweet smile. "Why, just recently I expressed a wish to meet you!" She refused to look at Lorenzo but she sensed Lorenzo uncomfortably shifting from one foot to the other. "And here we are." "Indeed." The other man smiled even though it was obvious, in the way he glanced at Lorenzo , that he knew something was amiss. "I'm glad you overcame your aversion to football and decided to join us tonight. The guys will be delig
"Don't you know how foolish I feel?" Sarah whispered, looking down. "Meeting them now..What must they think of me? I feel like I'm on display, your mystery mate who has shunned them for more than a year." Lorenzo made a pained noise before taking a hesitant step toward his omega before wrapping his arms around Sarah and dropping his forehead to hers. He brought his hands up to cup Sarah’s face. "They'll know whose fault it was, Cara. I'll make sure of that," he promised huskily. "How?" "I'll get them to believe that I really was too possessive to share you with them. They'll believe that I wanted you all to myself." "But that would make you look..." Sarah struggled to find the correct word. "Insecure. Maybe." He shrugged. "Or maybe they'll take one look at you and understand why I'd react like that." "What do you..?" Lorenzo thumbs pressed to her soft lips, silencing the question. "Il mio sciocca piccolo coniglietta," Lorenzo chided, voice soft and endearing. "I ma
Sarah and Lorenzo got home after midnight, and while Lorenzo proceeded to lock up, Sarah wearily headed for the shower in the upstairs guest bedroom that she was still determined to occupy, despite Lorenzo moving her back to the master suite every night. Sarah was standing beneath the hot, relaxing spray of the multiple shower heads in the luxurious guest bathroom, her forehead pressed to the cool wall tiles, when a rush of cold air alerted her to the fact that the frosted glass door to the cubicle had slid open. Sarah turned around with a resigned sigh and watched as Lorenzo turned to close the shower door behind him, offering Sarah a tantalizing glimpse of his beautiful bottom that she had so admired earlier in the evening, while Lorenzo had been chasing a ball up and down Giovanni’s lawn. Lorenzo turned back to Sarah and shook his head with a tired sigh. "You are, without a doubt, turning into one of the most stubborn person I know, Tesoro," he said in an endearing tone. S
Sarah’s entire body went rigid as Lorenzo’s lips gently nuzzled against hers, demanding nothing, just exploring the unfamiliar contours of her generous mouth. Lorenzo’s hands moved from where they were braced against the wall to tenderly cup Sarah’s face, fingertips meeting in the middle of her brow and palms resting on either side of her jaw. Lorenzo’s mouth gradually demanded more, moving insistently against Sarah’s until she sighed and melted against her husband as her own mouth explored Lorenzo’s. His tongue, tasting of mint, ran over Sarah’s lips seeking entry into her mouth, and she opened up for Lorenzo, wanting this so much that she ached. Sarah’s hands fluttered up wonderingly, cupping Lorenzo’s jaw in an effort to bring him even closer, and he was happy to oblige, his kiss going even deeper than before. Sarah felt as if she were being consumed by Lorenzo, greedily eaten alive and absorbed into him. It was the most intense experience of Sarah’s life, and from the way
In a year and a half, during which time Lorenzo and Sarah had sex on average four times a week and at least twice a night on each of those occasions, this was the first time...ever that Lorenzo hadn't recited his standard mantra. Lorenzo shifted slightly to arrange Sarah more comfortably against him, one arm tucked beneath Sarah’s head and the other resting heavily across her soft chest. Lorenzo’s fingers formed lazy circles on the overheated skin of Sarah’s upper arm, and he had his head on the same pillow as Sarah, so close Sarah could feel his still-unsteady breath feathering through her hair. Lorenzo occasionally dropped soft kisses onto the sensitive gland beneath her ear and along her delicate jawline. Sarah was tensing more and more in his arms, not sure how to react. First the kisses, then the earth shattering sex, then the absence of those five words, and now this unprecedented display of affection. It was as if, just when Sarah found a way to protect her already batte
Sarah woke up in the guest bedroom the following morning...alone with a small bunch of white tulips beside her pillow. She was both saddened and relieved by that. A quick glance at the clock told her that it was well after ten in the morning, and the gloom told her that it was probably raining. Sarah was shocked that she had slept so late and rushed through her morning ablutions while trying to ignore the ever-present queasiness. She gingerly made her way downstairs, feeling like someone with a hangover as she headed for the kitchen. Fortunately, no food smells were emanating from the room, but when she walked in, it was to find Lorenzo sitting at the breakfast bar and staring thoughtfully down at his full coffee mug. Lorenzo looked up when Sarah stepped into the room his eyes sweeping over Sarah’s figure, taking in the worn old jeans, faded sweatshirt, and battered little sneakers. "How are you feeling, ca...Sarah?" "Fine," Sarah mumbled, getting herself a glass of orange j
Lorenzo was as good as his word and mostly left Sarah alone to unenthusiastically browse around the upmarket boutiques in the very high-end shopping mall that Lorenzo had drive Sarah to. Sarah used the first ten minutes away from Lorenzo to buy the pregnancy kits, six of them, all different brands (who knew there were so many choices available?). Surprisingly Lorenzo did constantly call or text her to be sure that Sarah was okay and didn't need him, which got rather tedious after the tenth text message in forty minutes and the fifth call in an hour and a half. In the end, Sarah simply told Lorenzo that she was done shopping, and Lorenzo suggested they meet up and head to a restaurant for lunch. The upscale restaurant was obviously one Lorenzo often patronized, so, even though it was lunchtime on a Saturday afternoon and the place was exceedingly popular, they were seated immediately. Sarah watched the staff fawn all over Lorenzo and the omega bitterly wondered if he had brou
"I think it's time you left, Father," Sarah said voice rigid with pain, and her father sneered one last time before he pivoted on his heel and strode from the room. "Don't you dare believe what he just said, cara," Lorenzo whispered rawly, focusing his desperate glare on her. "Don't you dare!" "I know that you love her, Lorenzo," Sarah whispered. Lorenzo wasn't sure if she meant the baby or Martina, and Sarah could tell by the look of uncertainty on Lorenzo’s face that he wasn't sure either and so he was at a loss as to how to respond. "Would you try to take her from me?" "NO!" Lorenzo practically screamed, and the baby startled. Sarah soothed her with slight rocking motions until she started suckling again. Lorenzo reined in his temper and gentled his voice with visible effort. "I wouldn't do that to you. Cara I'd never hurt you like that." Lorenzo looked stupefied and hurt at the question. "But you want her..." Again the ambiguity and Lorenzo’s frown deepened. "If y
Sarah awoke to the sound of angry, hushed voices and blinked groggily as she tried to get her bearings. "I don't want you anywhere near her." Sarah heard Lorenzo hiss furiously and tried to concentrate on the drama unfolding in her doorway where she could see two large men silhouetted. One was unmistakably Lorenzo, and the other...she narrowed her eyes slightly, trying to focus a bit better. It looked like her father. "She's my daughter and I'll damned well see her when I want to," the other man blustered, confirming that he was, indeed, John Malik. "So that you can damage her more than you already have?" Lorenzo asked, almost shaking with rage. "I won't let you get close enough to hurt her like that again. And you can forget about getting that heir you want anytime soon. I refuse to give you that pleasure." "Well, then stay married to her until you do, or give up the vineyard," her father sneered. "The vineyard never meant as much to me as it did my father. You can ha
Sarah’s water broke four hours later, and Sarah was moved to the delivery room. Sarah and Lorenzo hadn't exchanged any further meaningful conversation, he'd just continued to soothe Sarah and coach her through the ever-increasing pain. Sarah didn't ever say it but she was pretty grateful to have her husband there. Even though Lorenzo was as nervous and edgy as a cat in a barrel between contractions, he was a solid rock during them. Four intensely nerve-wracking, sweaty, and pain-riddled hours later, during which time Lorenzo supported her, swore at her doctors, threatened the nurses, and seemed to come close to breaking down into tears on several occasions, Sarah finally gave one last painful push. There was a rush of activity at the foot of the bed as Sarah felt an overwhelming flood of relief. Lorenzo’s eyes remained glued to her face, bright and feverish above the surgical mask they had forced him to wear. He dragged down the mask and leaned down toward Sarah, until his mou
Lorenzo voice deepened and his face softened at the admission. His eyes were gentle as he registered the confusion on Sarah’s face. Was he saying he loved her? And if he was... did Sarah believe him? Sarah wasn't sure of the answer to either question, and a second later she didn't really care when she suddenly doubled over in pain. Lorenzo, Elisa, and Luke all surged forward in concern, but her husband got to her first. He had an arm around Sarah’s waist before Sarah could blink. "What's wrong?" he demanded hoarsely. Sarah grabbed his free hand in both of hers and squeezed it urgently as her entire body quivered in excruciating pain. After an eternal moment, the pain lessened and faded and she pushed her way upright, meeting Lorenzo’s frantic gaze with a panicky one of her own. "It's the baby," Sarah whispered in fear. "I think the baby's coming." "No, no, no." The naked panic and fear in Lorenzo’s eyes did nothing to alleviate Sarah’s own terror. "He can't be coming now
After arriving at Luke and Elisa’s home, Sarah decided to give the couple, who were walking on eggshells around her and trying to comfort her, a break from her presence by taking a nap. Sarah was just slipping into a troubled doze when she heard the unmistakable voice of her husband coming from a distance. She frowned and sat upright, pushing her tangled hair out of her face. Sarah tilted her head, not sure if her imagination was playing tricks on her, until she heard it again. It was Lorenzo, without a doubt, and he sounded desperate and agitated. Sarah got out of bed with some difficulty before waddling to the door on bare feet and opening it slightly. This time she could clearly make out Lorenzo’s voice. "I had nothing to do with that story," Lorenzo was protesting. "And I'll be damned if you keep me away from my family like this." "Sarah doesn't want to see you," Luke stated firmly, and there was a moment's charged silence. "Maybe not," Lorenzo conceded quietly. "Bu
Lorenzo had made good on his promise and had enlisted both Elisa and Ms. Brown aid in ensuring that Sarah took her vitamins and rested enough but that was the only promise he kept. A month passed with barely any word from Lorenzo, and his phone calls, the few that came, were rushed and impersonal and barely lasted three minutes. When Sarah tried to contact him, he was never available, or so the cold female voices on the other end of the line told her. Sarah had no choice but to take them at their word. Sarah kept track of Lorenzo’s movements through the news-online, televised, and printed. His father's death and Lorenzo subsequent taking over of the family's banking and investment empire were pretty hot news items and hardly a day went by that it wasn't mentioned in some form of news. There had been paparazzi coverage of the funeral; despite the media ban the family had put on proceedings, some intrepid photographer had managed to get a picture of Lorenzo standing over his fathe
Lorenzo did nothing more than just kiss her, Lorenzo kissed her like he would never get the chance to do so again. He kissed like a man who knew that he would have to go without sustenance for an unknown amount of time. Finally, chest heaving, Lorenzo lifted his head and stared intently down into his omega's dazed face. "You're so beautiful amore," Lorenzo whispered gently. "The most beautiful thing in my life. I don't want to leave you here. Not now." "I'll be fine," Sarah reassured. This time she was the one to reach up and stroke Lorenzo’s worried face. "The baby will be fine. I have Elisa and Luke. You have to take care of your family now, Lorenzo." "You're my family too." Lorenzo repeated his words of the previous afternoon. "I have to take care of you too." "No." Sarah reached around him to shut off the water and met Lorenzo’s eyes squarely. "I can take care of myself. And to be honest, having you here when you should be with your family will just add to my stress." Loren
When Sarah woke from a restless sleep a few hours before dawn, it didn't take her long to discover that Lorenzo was lying in bed with her. His big, hard body was curved around Sarah, his knees spooning in behind her. Lorenzo had one arm curled under Sarah’s neck and the other slung heavily across her waist, Lorenzo’s hand cupped protectively over Sarah’s swollen abdomen. Sarah could feel Lorenzo’s deep breath against the nape of her neck, indicating that he was asleep and it had been so long since Sarah had found herself in bed with Lorenzo that she allowed herself to enjoy his relaxed warmth and closeness without the tension that was usually between them when he was awake. Even before they'd started sleeping apart, Lorenzo had never held her in his sleep. So this was a novel and overwhelmingly enjoyable experience that she couldn't deprive himself of. Sarah was just about to doze off again, when the telephone buzzed quietly from the nightstand beside the bed. Sarah jerked sli
Lorenzo and his father were now having a solemn conversation, and the older man started pausing more and more frequently, seeming to lose track of his thoughts more and more until his wife stepped in and called a halt to the conversation. "Mamma says he is tired and needs to take his medication and rest," Lorenzo whispered to Sarah, as they watched the older man protest before allowing himself to be wheeled, for he was in a wheelchair, and out of the room with a few last farewells to Sarah and Lorenzo. Lorenzo’s hand was squeezing Sarah’s wrist so hard that it stopped the blood flow into her fingers, but Sarah didn't protest, knowing that Lorenzo was probably wondering if it would be the last time he would ever see or speak to his father. They watched in silence as the door closed behind his mother's elegant form before they became aware of the fact that another person was in the room on screen. A wizened old woman suddenly plonked herself into the seat Lorenzo’s mother had just