Betrayal

Lorenzo’s POV

Our footsteps echoed down the pavement, the silence dreaded as the air thickened with rage, my own. The kids' shoes sloshed through the tiny puddle that had formed before they got into the car, right after we did.

I was boiling with rage, and it seemed Daphne sensed it because she didn't utter a word nor move an inch toward me.

My hands braced my clenched fist, thinking of what else to do when hazel orbs lingered at me as Jack drove and the rage in me dissipated into thin air.

I cursed inwardly at not being able to stay pissed at her for long, but who would blame me when she was looking this beautiful with her hair dropped to her waist and her plump lips in sight.

“ Are you pissed?” She questioned, “At me?” Her hands strayed to the crotch of my dick.

“ We will talk about this when we get home” I said with so much difficulty while trying to stay rational. A hot tease that was who she was.

“ Okay then” she leaned back against the chair, just in time for Jack who pul