12: Hotshot Billionaire

A V E L I N A

I was sitting on the couch, trying not to show my discomfort. It was a little hard, considering the fact that I was in a lot of pain. Lorenzo was sitting beside me, sipping his wine.

I wanted to ask him why he was treating me so nicely. But, I didn't. I was afraid that he would change his attitude and would go back to the jerk that he was.

He was wearing a black button-down shirt and dark jeans. He was very handsome, with his dark brown hair, and chiseled jawline.

His eyes were grey and he had high cheekbones. His lips were a deep pink and his skin was tan. His arms were muscular and his hands were large. He had a strong body and his movements were graceful. I felt ashamed that I wanted to know how it felt for those arms to hold me.

I took a deep breath and cleared my throat. "Uhm, thank you for helping me." I mumbled.

He nodded and didn't reply. I shifted in my seat and winced.

"Don't move, you're going to make it worse."

I sighed and relaxed against the couch. He was r