Chapter Thirty-three

Natasha's POV

It was the first time I had kissed him properly.

My head was of course screaming for me to stop but I couldn't stop, not when his hands were wrapped around me like his life depended on it, not with the way my body needed his.

"Thought she didn't mean anything, just a one time fuck." A voice echoed from behind.

We both froze and separated from each other.

"Carrie, what are you doing here and how did you get up here without my permission?"

Lorenzo asked, stepping away from me as he walked up to whoever had just arrived while I busied myself with making myself presentable.

I turned around to check who'd interrupted us and lo and behold, it was the redhead from last night..

"Oh, I forgot my purse last night here and came to get it, didn't realize the woman that meant nothing to you would be here fucking your face." She said eyeing me up and down.

"Why didn't you call?" He asked.

"I did, you just didn't answer your phone."

She said as she walked towards me.

"She's pretty." sh