All Chapters of Contracted To Him By Her Father: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Sarah clenched her fists and curled into a ball, trying not to think of the tantalizing naked male flesh lying next to her, she knew Lorenzo was awake, she could tell from the rhythm of his breathing, and obviously he knew Sarah was awake also, because the omega was way too tense to be asleep. "Just go to sleep for God's sake." Lorenzo’s impatient voice suddenly rang out in the darkness. "I said I wouldn't touch you and I won't...so you can relax!" She tensed even more at the sound of his voice, and Lorenzo swore softly. "If you can't sleep, I have the perfect solution for your insomnia," Lorenzo murmured suggestively, leaving Sarah in no doubt as to what his "solution." was. "You're not helping matters," Sarah gritted through clenched teeth. "Well, if neither of us can sleep..." "We haven't been in bed long enough to fall asleep...just hush!" Sarah interrupted and hissed. "You know you're being ridiculous, right?" Lorenzo murmured in his most patronizingly logical voic

Making a drink, Lorenzo walked to their bedroom, meticulously appointed by the designer, but hardly welcoming, despite Sarah’s obvious efforts to introduce some color and soft fabrics. Everything sparkling clean. Did she spend her days dusting and vacuuming? Scrubbing? One of the corners had been converted to a makeshift office, and she studied the small laptop on the table by the window, the files neatly stacked beside it. Lorenzo reached out to open one before allowing his hand to fall away,he was about to turn back, before he noticed a page peeking from between the laptop, this time he couldn't help himself and took it out, it had Sarah’s elegant cursive handwriting, and another writing a messy scrawl caught his attention, and then the words written their, and his breath caught his throat when he read those scribbled notes.. "DIVORCE PETITION." "irreconcilable differences," "lack of communication," "emotional neglect." He frantically looks through the drawers and find

Sarah tried to view her features objectively, but all she could see were too large eyes framed by long, red eyelashes, a straight nose that wasn't too big or too small, high cheekbones that sometimes made her face look gaunt when she was tired and lips that looked too big for her narrow oval face. Nothing impressive-just an ordinary face that looked tired and strained at the moment, she pushed her long hair out of her eyes and was startled when Lorenzo’s reflection appeared in the mirror behind her. "I'm going to visit Elisa," Sarah told him. "Why?" he asked sharply, and Sarah shrugged, and said nothing. "I thought..." Lorenzo hesitated and Sarah’s eyes snapped up to his face in surprise. The hesitation was so unusual in her supremely confident husband. "I thought that we could go out somewhere and have lunch together. We haven't done that in a while." "Try never," Sarah half laughed incredulously. It was a laugh filled with misery and grief, and Lorenzo’s brows beetled s

"Of course I wouldn't take him from you." Lorenzo shook his head, sending his heart plummeting. "I wouldn't be that cruel. Naturally you'd maintain custody." Sarah shut her eyes to shield her agony from Lorenzo, and Sarah felt her scalding tears seep down her cheeks. "How very... magnanimous of you," she whispered. "To be so desperate for something only to give it up in the end. “You're so much more generous than I gave you credit for. How often would you want to see him?" "I would naturally move back to Italy, so I would probably see him two or three times a year. It is what you want, right? Less contact with me?" Sarah inhaled deeply and her brow furrowed. Two or three times a year? That was all the time Lorenzo was prepared to spend with a child who was his? Sarah opened her eyes and met Lorenzo’s gaze squarely. "Like I said before, you're being quite generous, but it's all moot anyway because I have no intention of having a baby with you!" "You're being very child

"Don't touch that!" Sarah snapped impatiently when Lorenzo lifted a pair of cutters that had cost the earth to import. "You design jewelry," Lorenzo whispered in astonishment, his eyes lifting to meet hers and Sarah’s own gaze fluttered away. "Yeah, I do," she ventured nervously, waving at the large portfolio Lorenzo had lifted from one of her other workstations. Sarah had the drawing board for designing, a work table for actually making the jewelry, a small cutting table for cutting wire and shaping semi-precious stones, and her desk, which housed her laptop, for paperwork and correspondence. Lorenzo continued to flip through her portfolio with an absorbed frown, occasionally lingering on a page before moving on. Sarah stood in front of him, fidgeting, waiting for the scathing put down that would undoubtedly follow. Lorenzo suddenly turned the open book toward her. "This is your cousin's engagement set," he observed, tapping at the picture of the diamond and white gold earri