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A Mess

Autor: C Pinky
last update Última atualização: 2025-12-31 19:22:45

ALPHA LORENZO

My head was a mess.

A tangled, relentless mess that refused to quiet no matter how many times I told myself I was doing the right thing.

On one hand, I hated seeing her upset. Hated it with a depth that made my chest ache. Olandria wasn’t the kind of woman who showed her hurt easily, but when she did, it wrecked me. I’d seen the anger, the fire, the stubborn refusal to bend. But beneath all of that was pain she never let anyone touch.

And this issue with her father… it w
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  • LORENZO, MY FATHER'S BEST FRIEND    101. Intense Desires 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️

    LEXII sat in Damon's apartment, key still in my hand, heart hammering against my ribs.The photos were open on my phone. I kept staring at them, each glance driving the knife deeper.Damon entering that motel room.Damon with his arm around Vanessa in her robe.Damon so close to her, her hands on his face.Maya had tried to stop me from coming here. "Wait until you calm down. Wait until you can think clearly."But I couldn't wait. Couldn't breathe past the images seared into my brain.I heard his truck pull into the parking lot. Heard his footsteps on the stairs. Heard his key in the lock.The door opened.He froze when he saw me sitting on his couch."Lexi—""Where were you?"He closed the door slowly, carefully. Like I was something dangerous that might explode."I was—" He stopped. Looked at me more closely. "How did you know I was gone?"I held up my phone. Showed him the photos.His face went white. Actually drained of color."That's not what it looks like—""Then what is it?" M

  • LORENZO, MY FATHER'S BEST FRIEND    100. In A Motel

    DAMON'S POV I'd fucked up. I knew it the second Lexi walked out of my apartment. Knew it with every unanswered text I sent. She was right. I was spiraling. Letting my insecurities poison what we had. By eight PM, I'd drafted and deleted seventeen different apology texts. None of them felt adequate. I was staring at my phone, trying to find the right words, when it rang. Unknown number. I almost didn't answer. But something made me pick up. "Hello?" Heavy breathing. Then crying. Hiccupping sobs that sounded genuine and broken. "Damon?" A woman's voice. Slurred. Desperate. "Damon, I need help. Please." "Vanessa?" "I did something stupid. Really stupid. I—" More crying. "I can't—I don't know what to do—" Every instinct screamed at me that this was a trap. That I should hang up. Block the number. Pretend this call never happened. But she sounded genuinely distressed. And despite everything, I didn't want something bad to happen to her. "What did you do?" "Can you just—can

  • LORENZO, MY FATHER'S BEST FRIEND    99. In A Motel with Her

    LEXICole started sitting next to me in Strategy and Tactics again.Not in the way he used to—aggressive, persistent, making his intentions obvious. This was different. Subtler.He'd arrive just as class was starting, slide into the seat beside me with an easy smile. Make casual conversation before Professor Chen began her lecture. Ask to borrow a pen, comment on the reading, mention something funny he'd seen on campus.Normal student behavior. Friendly, not flirty.But it still felt... off."I thought we settled this," I said on Tuesday after class.He was walking beside me toward the exit, hands in his pockets, completely relaxed."Settled what?""This. You pursuing me.""I'm not pursuing you." He looked genuinely confused. "I'm just being friendly. That's allowed, right?""I guess.""We're classmates, Lexi. We can be civil. Maybe even friends."I wanted to argue. Wanted to tell him that his version of "friendly" felt suspiciously like his old pursuit tactics.But he hadn't actually

  • LORENZO, MY FATHER'S BEST FRIEND    98. Unknown Number

    Cole Hart was easier to manipulate than Vanessa had expected.She'd "coincidentally" run into him at the gym Tuesday morning. Introduced herself as a visiting professor doing research on pack dynamics.He'd been polite but guarded until she mentioned Lexi."I heard about you and Lexi Morales," she'd said, voice sympathetic. "That must have been hard. Unrequited feelings always are."He'd stiffened. "How do you know about that?""Small campus. Word gets around." She'd smiled, warm and understanding. "For what it's worth, I think she made a mistake. Choosing that professor over you.""It's not my business who she dates.""Of course not. But you must wonder sometimes. What if you'd pushed a little harder? What if you'd given her a real reason to choose you?"He hadn't responded, but she'd seen the flicker of interest in his eyes."I'm organizing a study group," she'd continued. "Strategy and Tactics. A few students from the class. Would you be interested? It might be a good opportunity t

  • LORENZO, MY FATHER'S BEST FRIEND    97. If I Can't Have Him, No One Will

    DAMONI saw her three times in one week.First on Tuesday, walking into the coffee shop across from campus. She didn't see me—or pretended not to...just ordered her drink and left.Second on Thursday, getting gas at the station I always used. She was at the pump next to mine, sunglasses on, casual as anything.Third on Saturday morning, browsing the bookstore downtown where I'd gone to pick up a new novel.Each time, my gut twisted. Each time, I told myself it was coincidence.By the fourth sighting—Monday afternoon, same coffee shop—I stopped believing in coincidence.I waited for her outside, leaning against the brick wall, arms crossed.She emerged five minutes later, iced latte in hand, and didn't look surprised to see me."Damon." She smiled like we were old friends. "Funny running into you here.""Is it?""Small town.""You said you left.""I did leave. Blackwood Academy. I'm just visiting the area for a bit." She took a sip of her drink. "It's a free country, last I checked.""

  • LORENZO, MY FATHER'S BEST FRIEND    96. Test Results

    In his bathroom, I read the instructions three times.Pee on the stick. Wait three minutes. Look for lines or words depending on which test.Simple.Except my hands were shaking so badly I could barely open the package."You want me to wait outside?" Damon asked from the doorway."No. Stay."He did, leaning against the sink while I peed on both sticks, set them on the counter.Then we waited.Three minutes.It felt like hours."What would we do?" I asked. "If it's positive?""I don't know.""Would you want me to keep it?"He looked at me, really looked at me. "That's your choice. Your body.""But you'd have an opinion.""My opinion is that I'd support whatever you decided. If you wanted to keep it, I'd be there. If you didn't, I'd be there for that too.""But what do you want?"He was quiet for a long moment. "I'm terrified. I'm thirty-seven years old and I've never wanted kids. Never even thought about it seriously. But the idea of you being pregnant with my baby—" He stopped. "Part

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