Chapter Eighty seven

Natasha's pov.

We were finally back at the Resort but all I could think about was Sicily and how much I was going to miss it.

I snorted at myself as Lorenzo and I Rode the elevator up.

I wanted to go see Olivia but he was not letting go of me and I didn't want to fight or argue with him.

All of the staff in the Resort had already seen me with him too. My plans of hiding my secret had completely gone down the drain.

I couldn't even be mad. I expected this, had anticipated it even.

I glanced over at Lorenzo who was on the phone.

He was laughing a lot, had been since he picked up his phone.

I hated to admit it but I loved his laugh.

It was so… showy and bosterious and contagious.

He didn't look like a billionaire when he was laughing, he looked like a regular man in his late or early 30's.

"Sure, drinks on me." He said on the phone and then paused before answering again.

"Fuck that and of course. I always get what I want!"

Lorenzo laughed.

I rolled my eyes at him.

What a boastful whore.