Chapter One Hundred and Eleven

Lorenzo’s POV

I woke up to the sound of someone banging loudly on my door.

“Who the fuck is that?” I groaned, massaging my temple as I reluctantly pulled myself up from my bed.

For fuck sake! What time was it? I thought, looking and feeling around for my phone on my bed.

I finally found it close the headboard at my far left. I stretched my hands to pick it up. I put it on and it was 4pm. Shit! Just how much was I forced to drink last night? I groaned. How did I manage to sleep for sixteen hours straight?

Dropping my phone back on my bed, I stood up, plucked my robe from one of my love chairs, put it on and dragged my feet to the door.

It was probably Natasha coming to clean.

That’s right. I hadn’t seen her since the award night and bit did I miss the shit out of her.

I was going to grab her and kiss the soul out of her when I opened the door and probably finish what we started thirty six hours ago.

I had been too busy keeping the peace between two mafia dons after the awa