Daphne's POV My eyes fluttered open in succession when I felt something warm collide against me, a hand draped around my waist. Tilting my head to the side, I stiffened when I noticed it was Lorenzo, who had just a brief on, looking devastatingly handsome as always with a face that I could stare at all day long. Propping myself properly on an arm, I ran a finger alongside the dainty lines on his face curled up into a scowl as though he were deep in thoughts instead of sleeping. “ You can't have enough of me, can you?” I jolted up when he spoke, a smile tugged at the edge of his lips, as he stretched, before he flashed his pearls at me. Beaming awkwardly, I tried to pull away by standing upright, when he yanked me back, and I found myself crushing hard against sturdy chest and chiseled abs. I gulped in, parched when he broke into a chuckle, snuggling me in his arms. “Good morning butterfly, where exactly were you going? Flapping those wings already?” My stomach tingled, dainty w

Daphne's POV A whirlwind of blue and dreamy white rushed past, startling me as I tried to comprehend what exactly might be wrong. I swirled fast enough to meet with its pace while moving swiftly toward it when the kids walked in, pouting their lips. “Mother” they both clung to me, which was unlikely of them. Their lips contorted as they squeezed onto me. My hands smoothened their hair. I was glad that I had taken a bath and I looked fresh because how exactly was I supposed to explain to them why exactly I was in a jacket when it was late in the afternoon? They were surely bound to ask. “Are you fine?” I pulled them off, staring at their features while my heart slammed hard against my rib cage at what might be possibly wrong. Lorenzo hasn't acted that way before. He didn't even acknowledge my presence. He had looked like a man chased by demons. “ Sure?” I wanted to know when they bobbed their heads, just enough to assure me, but that tingling sensation in my heart remained. “ H

Warning; Rated 18+ Daphne's POV Lorenzo fucked me like I had imagined when he had pushed me against the wall of the movie room, my legs dripped wet then. I didn't know if it was the urges that flooded my mind, but at that moment, I wanted to help him, even if it were to get the thought off his mind for a moment. He kept looking lost and like he needed to think properly. I knew Helena had left, I had heard the helicopter spinning at the roof, but I never thought this was going to be it. The image of me bent over the snooker board, my ass exposed to him while the fluffy air tousled into the room felt just right. His hands around my waist, as he thrust hard into me while ordering that I kept shooting weakened me to my knees. “Lorenzo” I moaned, with eyes shut, savoring the moment. My hands pleaded to hold something else aside the cue stick but anytime I peeled my hands away, he forced it back with a thrust harder than the last. The image was filthy, hands on the cue stic

Daphne's POV The slushing of the water came to an abrupt stop as I turned off the faucet, splashing the running water on my face as footsteps halted outside the door before throwing on a bathrobe. “ Lorenzo” a gasp snaked out of my mouth when he leaned forward, his head against my shoulder as he sniffed in and the heavy scent of alcohol wafted into my nostrils. “You have been drinking?” My words came out in a statement rather than a question with him standing upright. He sank into the couch. “I know you don't like me drinking, but I needed to clear my head” his eyes were in slit as he gazed upon me so tenderly that my heart twitched. He looked so devastatingly cute, and I couldn't bring myself to scold him. “Did something happen?” I pushed. Everything had been fine when he left, but now he looked as if he had been ridden over by a truck, wasted and sad. “The designer will be coming in an hour for your dresses. Mine and Alexis are ready, tomorrow you will be introduc

Lorenzo's POVThe echoes of my heart against its rib cage told me that it was a figment of my imagination, that I hadn't heard correctly at first what she had said but the test strips, her red eyes and her lips curved downward gave me a different answer. With voice shaking and eyes stiffened, I asked.“ You are pregnant?” I repeated what she had said. The tiny bubbles around us burst into ripples of joy as I scooped her in my arms. The test strips long forgotten and her beautiful eyes in circles as she tries to shove me away. “ Get off me, drop me down. I don't want this. I am not ready, I don't….” “ Shush” I placed a finger over her lips, shutting up the noisy voice that might be playing in her head. “ I will be with you through all of its phases, so you don't have to worry” I assured her, hoping that those fine lines that drew all over her face would straighten, but instead they deepened. She shook her head, her mind must be running in a daze, but I was here to let her know th