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I let go of the zip to see who had texted me since we had already said goodbye to everyone less than an hour ago. The name that flashed up on my screen came as quite the surprise as I didn’t expect to hear from him again tonight.
Lorenzo: Tonight was real.
Lorenzo: Tonight wasn’t another one of our mistakes.
Lorenzo: You aren’t and never were a mistake.
Did he just take the coward’s way out and send me a damn text message? I wasn’t having that; I deserved to hear it. I threw my door open, maybe a little more dramatically than I planned, but fuck it. I took off down the corridor until I reached his door. My fist collided with it anxiously.
“Ana?” I hadn’t even noticed Lorenzo had opened the door; I was too busy trying to work out what I planned to say.
“I don’t want to read it; I want to hear it.” I walked inside before I turned to face him. His shirt was half open and his jacket was now thrown over the back of the chair in the corner.
“It’s the same, isn’t it?” Why did he have to make this so bloody difficult.
“No, it isn’t the same! I want to hear it, is that too much to ask?”Was it?No, of course it wasn’t.
He stood there not saying anything, his hands remained in his pockets as his eyes bore into mine. So I waited until I couldn’t be bothered to stand there and look like a lovesick teenager any longer.
“Fuck this. I’m going to bed.” I broke the silence because he wasn’t about to do it.
I walked back past him towards the door but what he said next was enough to stop me dead in my tracks.
“Tonight was fucking real! Is that what you want to hear?!”Yes, those were the words I wanted to hear, the ones I needed to hear. “Tonight was in no way a mistake! You were never a fucking mistake.” I turned back to face him, so he now held my full attention.
“Lorenzo—”
“No, I’m not finished. You wanted to hear what I had to say, so here it is. You drive me crazy. You get under my skin more than anyone else ever has, but I realised that’s what I want! I can no longer hide the fact that I want you! I want your mind, body and fucking soul. I want everything you’re prepared to give me!”Well, shit. I wasn’t expecting that confession.
“What if I was prepared to give you nothing, then what?”
“Then it would have been my own fault for treating you as if you were nothing from the beginning.” His words were sincere, and honestly, I had never seen that kind of emotion in any man before, let alone someone like him. “Believe me when I say I wanted to hate you. You were supposed to be the one thing I needed to gain the Don title, but when I first saw you, I knew I was screwed. I knew that I had to push all that shit aside, show you who I really was and force you to be the one full of hate.”
“I never hated you; I wanted us to get along. I wanted—”
“I know what you wanted. I just fought against giving that to you.” He closed the distance between us as his hands cupped my face. “I hate myself for putting you through all the shit I did and said.” My instinct took over as I mirrored his actions.
“I said and did plenty as well, so we’re both at fault.” My eyes roamed over his breath-taking face and my heart rate quickened. “How about we start again, forget everything that happened prior to this evening?”
“I don’t understand how you can be so forgiving; it doesn’t make sense.” There was a genuine confusion in his voice.
“There’s a lot you don’t know about me.”
“Not for long.” A smile spread across his lips.
I removed my hands from his face and walked towards the door. His smile faded almost instantly.
“You’re leaving?” The shock was apparent on his face and in his tone.
“Who said anything about leaving?” I closed the door, blocking out the rest of the house, and turned back to face the handsome man that stood before me, one I no longer wanted to bury six feet under.
I lowered the zip of my gown that ran along the side of the material as I let the satin pool at my feet. The only item I wore beneath my gown was a scarlet red lace thong. This may not have been the first time he’d seen me naked, but it was different to the first time. Within two strides, he had me pinned against the door, but this time I wanted it.
I craved it.
I craved his touch.
I craved him.
