Chapter 18

*FIORELLA*

After we put our bags in the bedroom we decided to go downstairs to eat, when I was in the kitchen I noticed that he was drinking whiskey, my God, it was only 2 o'clock in the afternoon, and he was already drinking alcohol, this man is an alcoholic, I'm going to marry the hell out of him!

As I sat in the dining room chair, waiting for the food, he looked at me and said, "Are you expecting someone to feed us? That's your job" I looked at him, surprised, and said, "I don't even know how to cook, I am not used to cooking, we have always had a cook or someone around me to cook for me, I never had the need to do it."

"Well! That will change from now on; you will have to do it or learn to do it," said Lorenzo looking at me; I thought he was joking but seeing him so serious, I started to worry, apart from being his sex slave, I would now be his servant.

I got up from the chair and walked to the kitchen, he was sitting in