Chapter Fifty five

Natasha's POV

It had been twenty four hours since I cleaned Lorenzo's room and in that space he'd sent me flowers, gold jewelries, shoes and dresses.

I wasn't sure what to make of any of it.

Was this his new tactic to try to get me in bed with me?

With him, you never know.

The smile he'd given me two days ago when he'd caught me arguing with Olivia haunted me through out the day and even into the night.

I hadn't even gone up to clean his room, I had lied to Agatha that I was feeling under the weather. She'd believed me albeit begrudgingly.

Was he planning something?

Had escaping been the right thing to do?

God, I hated suspense like this and I definitely didn't trust it.

What was all of this gifts about anyway?

In the last twenty four hours alone, I'd recieved fifty thousand dollars worth of gifts, if not more and for some reason they didn't feel like gifts, they felt as if he was declaring war.

War to get me, I was sure.

"Can I have this one?" Olivia asked putting up a black gown.