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MORE THAN HE CAN CHEW
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2026-07-22 03:53:45
RomanWritesWilliam you might be too young to notice that some type of love could be bad. Genuinely I don’t know what Matt is thinking kissing William when someone in the dark is busy taking some damn pictures. I wonder who is that though? 🌚🌚 I just had to bring in the married parents Louis x Lorenzo vibe 🤤🤤. We would get more of that for now. Who would be a better dad?, tell me in the comments 🙃😏
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Contracted: The Billionaire’s Husband From The Commercial THE PERFECT FIT
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THREE: THE PERFECT FIT The glass doors slid open, curtains parting like water as Lorenzo guided Louis into the bedroom. The penthouse was quiet, warm, lit soft gold from the lamps Lorenzo had left on. "How did it go, love?" Lorenzo's hand found the small of Louis's back, steadying him as they walked. "You must be so tired." Louis was already pulling away, shedding his coat, his energy a restless buzz. "You would not believe the way they treated my staff. The makeup artists… Lorenzo, they had them working fifteen-hour days with no breaks. Fifteen. And the lighting crew?” “They were drinking energy drinks like water because production refused to hire a second shift. I had to step in myself, I told them if they didn't fix it I was walking, and then…" "Oh really?" Lorenzo followed him, unbothered by the rant. "…and then the director had the nerve to say I was being difficult. Me. Difficult. Because I wanted my people to not collapse on set…" "Yeah?" "…and
Contracted: The Billionaire’s Husband From The Commercial THE WOMAN IN THE ROOM
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWO: THE WOMAN IN THE ROOM The phone rang three times before someone picked up. "Volterra residence." Louis tucked the phone between his shoulder and ear, toeing off his shoes by the door. "Hey, it's Louis. Is Aunt Gia around?" The housekeeper hesitated. It was a small thing…a beat of silence that lasted a second too long….but Louis caught it. "Signora Gia is not available at the moment." "Not available?" Louis frowned, padding into the kitchen. "It's eight in the morning there. She's always up by six." "She took a trip, Signore. An emergency trip." "A trip?" He stopped at the counter, fingers drumming against the marble. "Where?" "America." "America." He repeated it slowly, like the word might rearrange itself into something that made sense. "Aunt Gia flew to America." "Yes, signore. She left last night." Louis pulled the phone away from his ear, stared at it, then put it back. "She's in her eighties. Isn't she a little old to be flying across t
Contracted: The Billionaire’s Husband From The Commercial SHE’S ALIVE
CHAPTER HUNDRED AND ONE: SHE’S ALIVE Louis pushed open the door to the penthouse, his body aching from a long day on set. His feet were sore, his shoulders tight, and all he wanted was a hot shower and a quiet night with Lorenzo. Then the smell hit him. Rich…warm and delicious. He stopped at the dining room , his eyes landing on the dining table. It was set for two…candles, champagne, plates arranged with care. The food was already on the table, steam rising from the dishes. Lorenzo looked up from the kitchen, a smile spreading across his face. "Finally, you're here." Louis blinked. "You cooked?" "I did." Lorenzo crossed to him, his hands finding Louis's waist. "I made all of this. For you." Louis's eyes swept over the table. "This is... a lot." "You deserve a lot." Louis laughed softly, leaning into the touch. "I would get a shower first. I smell like set." "I'll survive." Lorenzo kissed his forehead. "Go. I'll wait." Louis showered quickly, the hot water loosening the
Contracted: The Billionaire’s Husband From The Commercial FACE THAT FEAR ?
CHAPTER HUNDRED: FACE THAT FEAR? The applause was deafening. Lorenzo stood at the podium, the lights hot on his face, the crowd on their feet. The new car…the most advanced model the company had ever produced…was displayed behind him, sleek and silver, catching every flash of the cameras. He didn't care about any of it. His eyes found Louis in the front row. Louis was smiling, clapping, his eyes bright with pride. The bandage on his arm was barely visible beneath his sleeve. Lorenzo didn't wait for the applause to die down. He stepped off the podium and moved through the crowd, his strides long and purposeful. People tried to stop him…handshakes, congratulations, questions…but he ignored them all. He reached Louis. "You did well," Louis said, his voice warm. Lorenzo didn't answer. He pulled Louis into his arms and kissed him…deep, hungry, full of everything he had been holding back. Louis laughed against his lips. "Lorenzo…people are watching…" "I don't care." Lorenzo ki
Contracted: The Billionaire’s Husband From The Commercial UNHINGED
CHAPTER NINETY NINE: UNHINGED Louis sat cross-legged on the bed, his laptop open in front of him, a stack of glossy cards in his hand. His hair was still damp from the shower, falling in soft waves across his forehead. He was smiling…a real, genuine smile that reached his eyes. "Okay, so," Louis said, flipping through the cards, "I just opened up my bookings and announced that I'm back to work." He held up one of the cards triumphantly. "And I already got booked to host on a show." Lorenzo looked up from his phone, his expression shifting from bored to interested. "A show?" "A big one. Prime time. The kind of thing that could really…" Louis stopped himself, laughing. "Listen to me. I sound like I'm accepting an award." Lorenzo set his phone aside and leaned forward, his elbows on his knees. "You should sound like that. You're incredible." Louis rolled his eyes, but his cheeks flushed. "I got an extra card." He held it up, waving it slightly. "Would you like to come?" Loren
Contracted: The Billionaire’s Husband From The Commercial MY SAINT LOUIS
CHAPTER NINETY EIGHT: MY SAINT LOUIS Louis sat across from Matt in the corner of a quiet café, far from the mansion, far from Lorenzo, far from anyone who might overhear. His coffee sat untouched, growing cold. His hands were wrapped around the cup, but he wasn't drinking. He was staring at the table, his mind racing.Matt watched him for a long moment. "You look like shit."Louis let out a hollow laugh. "Thanks.""You called me here. Said it was urgent." Matt leaned back in his chair, his arms crossed. "So. What's going on?"Louis was quiet. He glanced around the café, checking the faces of the strangers nearby. No one was looking at them. No one was listening. But still, he hesitated."Louis." Matt's voice was firmer now. "What did you do?"Louis's jaw tightened. He looked up, meeting Matt's eyes. "I made a deal."Matt's expression didn't change, but something flickered in his eyes. "What kind of deal?""With Theo."Matt went still. His arms uncrossed slowly. "Theo. As in
Contracted: The Billionaire’s Husband From The Commercial THE DISTANCE BETWEEN US.
CHAPTER TWENTY THREE: THE DISTANCE BETWEEN US. The mansion felt different with Chloe in it…brighter, louder, like someone had turned up the volume on a song Louis didn't realize had been playing too low. She sat in a wheelchair, not because she couldn't walk but because she tired easily, her bod
Contracted: The Billionaire’s Husband From The Commercial THE BLOOD ON THE STREET
CHAPTER SEVEN: THE BLOOD ON THE STREET The private jet sat on the tarmac, engines humming, ready to take him to Zurich. Lorenzo stood at the bottom of the steps, one foot on the first stair, when his phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen. The estate. "What." The voice on the other end wa
Contracted: The Billionaire’s Husband From The Commercial THE GRANDMOTHER
CHAPTER SIX: THE GRANDMOTHER Louis stood in the middle of the bedroom, staring at the massive bed like it was a cage about to snap shut. He should be getting ready for bed. That's what normal people did. They brushed their teeth, they changed into something comfortable, they lay down and clos
Contracted: The Billionaire’s Husband From The Commercial MARRIED TO A CRAZY ONE IN MILAN.
CHAPTER FIVE: MARRIED TO A CRAZY ONE IN MILAN. The private jet felt ridiculous. Louis had never been on a plane that felt more like a hotel room. Leather seats that reclined into beds. A table set with actual silverware. A flight attendant who kept asking if he wanted anything…champagne, caviar
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