Chapter 43

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Lorenzo.

11:30 am.

Lorenzo has been awake for over an hour. He'd just rounded up his bathe and hurried up to his closet selecting a pair of black pants and white long sleeves. Removing the towel around his waist, he put them on deliberately leaving three buttons of his shirt open to show off what the God of good build and looks had given unto him, freely. Then he grabbed his shoes and wasted no time in putting them on.

He was ready to rouse me when his intentions were thwarted by just seeing my perfect figure.

I lay partially on my side, my long red locks were fanned out on the pillow. The duvet he'd used on me had fallen, exposing my breast, my rosy nipple, succulent and inviting. For a brief second, all he wanted to do was crawl back into the bed, spending the day enraptured by my beauty.

But unfortunately, he couldn't. He had important business to sort out today. He'd been awakened earlier by the sound of his phone vibrating, terribly beside him. He'd answered the cal