FIFTY SIX

❧ Fiorella ☙

A week has passed and things have slowly changed, Lorenzo has been calmer, without the fear of me being taken away from his side, his wild desire has not diminished but at least he is sweeter when we make love.

Darian's threat is still latent, today we returned to Italy and I finally got to see my beautiful daughter again, she is going to private school, obviously guarded to the teeth.

But Lorenzo doesn't want her to miss that stage of her life, we haven't talked about what happened between Darian and me in Ireland and I think it's the best thing to do, forget everything and leave what happened in the past.

We are in our house and it brings back so many memories, good and bad but I think the good ones are winning over the rest, I am about to enter his office in our house.

I see him sitting and busy, I walk in trying not to make any noise and stand next to him, as he wraps his arms around my waist sitting me on his lap.

He drops his head on my shoulder and crashes into me.