Grovel and Beg

Daphne's POV

My eyes fluttered open in succession when I felt something warm collide against me, a hand draped around my waist.

Tilting my head to the side, I stiffened when I noticed it was Lorenzo, who had just a brief on, looking devastatingly handsome as always with a face that I could stare at all day long.

Propping myself properly on an arm, I ran a finger alongside the dainty lines on his face curled up into a scowl as though he were deep in thoughts instead of sleeping.

“ You can't have enough of me, can you?” I jolted up when he spoke, a smile tugged at the edge of his lips, as he stretched, before he flashed his pearls at me.

Beaming awkwardly, I tried to pull away by standing upright, when he yanked me back, and I found myself crushing hard against sturdy chest and chiseled abs.

I gulped in, parched when he broke into a chuckle, snuggling me in his arms. “Good morning butterfly, where exactly were you going? Flapping those wings already?”

My stomach tingled, dainty w