TIFFANY WESTI rolled out of him, snuggling close with my head on his chest, and a hand running down his chest, tracing each perfectly defined abs and tattoos.“Lorenzo…” I inhaled, feeling his fingers running up and down my spine. It sent a wave of tingling sensation through me.“Yeah,” He kissed my temples. “Tell me what's on your mind,”My fingers brushed up his chest, and I forced air into my lungs. “What would you do if I wanted a divorce?”His fingers paused for a splitting second, and his muscles tightened. “I'd never give you,”His response made my stomach drop. “And if I ran away? “If you ran, Tiffany…” The words were malicious, yet somehow soft and desperate in a war-torn field. He pressed his lips to my ears. “I would find you,”I broke out in shivers. “And?”“Drag you back. You're my wife,”Anger finally lit in my stomach, and my gaze snapped to his. “I'm not a fucking piece of property that you own, Lorenzo. It's bad enough I was sold like a fucking cow. I refused to sta
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