Mag-log inCouple’s Therapy Session Therapist; You two seems to argue a lot Louis: Lorenzo is quite controlling and very jealous. 😒 Lorenzo: No…argue?. Those are ups and downs…We are good 😊
CHAPTER SIXTY FIVE: PAINFUL GOODBYE. The bed rustled. Louis could constantly hear the notification sound from his phone…ping, ping, ping…like his device was having a seizure. He was still so sleepy, his body heavy, his mind floating somewhere between dreams and consciousness. He felt someone getting out of bed. Adrian. Louis stretched his arm out, fumbling for his phone but Adrian took it first. "I'll handle it," Adrian said softly, picking up Louis's head and placing it back on the pillow. "Rest." Adrian checked the notifications. His lips curved into a small smile. "That was fast." He put Louis's phone on silent and set it aside. Louis mumbled, "What was fast?" "Nothing." Adrian slid back into bed and spooned him from behind, his arm draped over Louis's waist. "Go back to sleep, baby." ********* Hours later, Louis woke up alone. The sheets beside him were cold. The room was quiet. He reached for his phone. It wasn't on the nightstand. He checked the floo
CHAPTER SIXTY FOUR: LEECH Morning came too fast. Louis sat on the edge of his bed, staring at his hands. They were clean now because he had scrubbed them raw, but he could still feel the blood. Still see Lorenzo's throat opening up, the red gushing, the way his eyes stayed fixed on Louis as he fell. "You did this." He shook the memory away. The doorbell rang. Adrian stood on the doorstep, his face pulled into a mask of concern. "Are you alright? I came as soon as I heard. Where is Chloe?" Louis stepped back to let him in. "I'm fine. Chloe is upstairs." Adrian followed him into the living room, his eyes scanning the space like he was looking for something…or someone. "What happened?" Louis sat down heavily on the couch, his head dropping into his hands. "Lorenzo went over the top. He slit his throat. Right in front of me. He just…he just did it." He pressed his palms against his eyes. "I'm afraid he might try killing himself." Adrian sat beside him, close enough that thei
CHAPTER SIXTY THREE: THE CUT THAT ALWAYS BLEEDS Lorenzo stepped out of the car, his jaw tight, his eyes hollow, running on less than two hours of sleep. His body was moving, but he wasn't really there. He hadn't been there for weeks. He had been forced to get back to work. Meetings. Handshakes. Decisions he didn't care about. His mind was elsewhere. It had been elsewhere since the day Louis drove through those gates. He thought about the bottle waiting for him at home. The one he would drown himself in when this was over. "You've gone through the proposal…" Anya said, walking beside him. Lorenzo didn't answer. He didn't hear her. They walked into the building…Lorenzo, his bodyguards, Anya trailing behind. The lobby was cold, marble floors, voices echoing off the walls. Then he stopped. Adrian was standing there, leaning against a pillar, smiling like he had been waiting all day. "Lorenzo," Adrian said, stepping forward. "I didn't know you were invited to this." Lorenzo'
CHAPTER SIXTY TWO: SEARCH AND RESCUE. Lorenzo sat in his study, staring at nothing. His head pounded. His eyes were dry like the ground on a hot summer day. His chest felt hollow and tight, like something had been carved out of him and never put back.It had been days since he had seen Louis. Days since he had heard his voice. Days since he watched him drive through the gates and disappear because of his own stupid mistake.Is this what dying feels like? he wondered.He didn't care about work. Anya would handle it. She always did when he was like this.He pulled open a drawer to reach for a bottle…anything to make the noise in his head stop…when he heard a commotion in the hallway."Get your hands off me! I have to see Lorenzo! I swear you will get fired!"He knew that voice.The door burst open.Sofia stood there in a tight red dress and sharp heels, her eyes blazing, her chest heaving. She looked like she had fought her way through every guard in the house.She spotted Lorenzo
CHAPTER SIXTY ONE: POISON AND RESENTMENT. Louis's eyes opened to a ceiling he didn't recognize. The light was wrong. The shadows were wrong. Even the air smelled different…clean, but not the clean of the mansion. Not the clean of anywhere he had ever woken up before. He lay still for a moment, his heart pounding, his mind scrambling to remember. The drive…nausea. Adrian's voice on the phone. Chloe in the backseat. Then nothing. Adrian walked in carrying a glass of water, his footsteps soft on the wooden floor. "You've been sleeping for two days," he said, setting the glass on the nightstand. "How do you feel? Are you even well?" Louis pushed himself up slowly, his body heavy, his head throbbing. "I'm fine. Where's Chloe?" Adrian sat on the edge of the bed, close enough that Louis could smell his cologne…something expensive, something subtle. "She's in the other room. She's been checking on you constantly since yesterday. She was worried. We both were." Louis swung his leg
CHAPTER SIXTY: BREAKING POINT Still groggy and tired, Lorenzo made his way into the mansion. His head pounded like an heartbeat and his mouth was dry. He didn't remember much about what happened last night…just flashes, just blurred edges, just the sick feeling that he had fallen into Sofia's trap. He cursed under his breath. The anger of that, mixed with the possibility of Louis cheating, was sending him into hell, making his heart tighter than anything that had happened so far. He found Louis in the room, reading, curled up on the chaise like nothing was wrong, like the world wasn't burning. Louis looked up. "How are you doing? I was surprised you didn't come home last night." Lorenzo's jaw tightened. "It's nothing." Why does he care? he thought. If I did sleep with Sofia last night, isn't that justified? He was the one cheating with some director. Louis stood and stepped closer. "Are you alright?" His hand reached out…then stopped. His eyes fixed on Lorenzo's shirt. A lips







