Chapter Fifty Seven

Natasha's POV.

The door to the room opened and in strolled Lorenzo holding a ridiculously big bouquet of white roses and three other bags with him.

"You are awake." He said as he marched towards me with powerful confident strides that annoyed me for some reason.

I watched as his arms flexed due to the heavy bags he held in his hands.

He dropped the bags that had different high end fashion logos on it and walked towards where I was handcuffed and grinned, his impossible white teeth sparkling at me.

He had a breathtaking smile that could turn any woman into a putty in his hands and I hated it… I especially hated it because I was starting turn into one of those silly women.

I should be investigating him not fawning over him!

"This is for you." He handed me the bouquet.

I looked down at the flowers and then back up at him, my eyes turning bored.

"Beautiful." I said with a dead expression on my face.

"Are you going to take it?" He pushed.

"No, Flowers are meant to be looked at, not pluck