Chapter Thirty-seven

Lorenzo's POV

"I hope you are happy!" I growled at Carrie who stood annoyingly smug in the middle of my suite, her hands folded around her chest as I walked back to where she stood.

I had half the mind to throw her across the room but I had a rule about hitting women, no matter how disgustingly annoying they can be sometimes, but Carrie was getting closer to my threshold.

"I'm always happy Lorenzo, you know that." She said with her seductive smile that used to bring me to my knees once upon a time but now just made me want to smack her.

"Why the hell are you even here?!" I growled as I stood in her face. I was doing my best to not strangle her for what she'd just done and I was beginning to slowly fail.

I had almost had Natasha before she'd barreled in, she'd kissed me without me having to coerce her this time and she hadn't looked like she had wanted to stop but Carrie just had to barge in to cockblock. For fuck sakes!

"I told you, I forgot my purse." She said with a shrug, her eyes