Chapter Sixty

Lorenzo's POV

I stared at myself in the floor to ceiling mirror in my room and frowned.

I was in nothing but boxer briefs and socks.

A couple of minutes ago, I had been in the jacuzzi with Natasha and fucking hell.

'Kidnapping her' like she liked to put it was the right thing to do.

I had been so tired of constantly chasing her around so Vincent had suggested I asked her to come with me to a Sicily.

Vincent, Bless that brother of mine was right. I hadn't exactly done as he'd said perse… asking Natasha to come with me would have been mwt with a resounding no, so I did the next best thing which was take her without her consent.

Was it a little extreme? Probably. Vincent had just called after discovering I'd done the opposite of ask her out so I'd say most people would view it as extreme but it wasn't my fault.

Nastasha was stubborn and stubborn people, like my uncle used to say, require stubborn motivation.

It worked out at the end of the day, a little too much. Did she cirse me out fo