Semua Bab Profession: Bab 21 - Bab 30

☁︎Lorenzo☁︎ Eyes. I hate them watching me. All these eyes are watching me, why won’t they stop?“Are you scared?” A sickly voice purrs. My hands feel stiff and glued to the body I can’t even see. “Are you scared of losing your children and that red-haired whore to Omerta?”I want to shoot that voice. I want to kill it. But the voice can’t be killed, it’s the voice of this wretched thing that has been in my life longer than it should.“Say something, why are you quiet?”My lips won’t move. My eyes sting even though the whole place is pitch black and I feel like I’m levitating but my eyes sting from the gushing wind and harsh whips of what feels like ropes hitting my face.I want to kill it.“Say something!” The voice repeats, this time sounding angrier. My head is yanked back, and I feel a few strands being plucked at the motion. My neck is twisted, and a hot rod of metal is met with my cheeks. It feels weird, this stinging sensation. Is it pain? Is this what people scream for? It d

My head fell limp as he strode across the room and entered the bathroom without questioning. If I wasn’t feeling like I was going to die, I would’ve fawned over his bathroom. It is as big as my room - and my room is not small. We passed a mini seating cushion that was beside the sauna as he went to his sink.I struggled to keep my knees stable when he set me down and I would’ve probably smashed my face in if he hadn’t held me down using both his hands on my waist to keep me steady. My fingers shook as I turned on the tap and leaned forward to empty my stomach. I gagged, a trickle of bitter liquid passing down from my throat and that was it. I washed my mouth and splashed some water on my face as I tried to keep my breath steady and in sync. Behind me, Lorenzo kept rubbing his thumbs by my sides and occasionally pressing the sides of his face to my bare back.I don’t know if it’s a good or bad thing that I am standing in the bathroom with my employer in a pair of pajamas that consists

☼Willow☼I was blushing hard at my brunch, a plate containing two slices of a delicious-looking quiche, generous amounts of various fruits, and a tall glass of orange juice set to the side.Lorenzo was sitting slightly on the dinner table, arms crossed over his chest and his piercing gaze set on me as if to ask me why I hadn’t started eating yet.I wonder how he could act so normal after what he just did. Is that a normal thing?Why did I even get excited by that? Is it okay to get touched like that by your boss-“Not a fan of eggs?” Lorenzo’s voice sliced through my ears making me pause the thoughts racking my head.I inhaled a lungful of ham and cheesy goodness at his words.“O-of course not,” I stuttered slightly as I picked up my fork. “I love eggs,” I replied with a short smile before cutting down to the pie crust and taking a spoonful of quiche.“Oh,” I said in surprise after the first bite hit my taste buds. “Not bad,” I commented on the food as I looked at Lorenzo.He scoffed

☼Willow☼The sound of my heart pounding in my ears is so loud that I’m starting to feel dizzy. My dress is off, my bare back gently meeting the cold silk material of Lorenzo’s mattress as he lays me down.How’d we end up here? I thought.From kissing in his office to lying on his bed – dress sprawled and forgotten somewhere on the floor, only having my underwear to spare me through my raging red face. Lorenzo leans down, knees sinking on either side of me, and places a kiss on my forehead, his eyes lingering on my face for a moment before he pulls away and takes off the white T-shirt that was clinging to his body.I blinked multiple times at the sight of his bare chest. All previous panicking seizing momentarily when my eyes spotted the very obvious ink drawing that started at the top of his right breast and stopped at the left side of his ribcage. I wasn’t imagining it when I saw the ink earlier.I blink again, my face growing red knowing fully well that I’m shamelessly checking him

How many hours did we do it for? Or was it the minutes that felt like multiple days? I yawn, blinking away moisture from my eyes as I watch the sky become orange from sunset through the large windows.“Tired?” Lorenzo asked from behind, his fingers going through my curls carefully.I turn to look at him from where he was behind me with a playful glare and splash him water from the tub.This makes him laugh, wet hair clinging to his face, only his bright smile visible.“You know I’m tired,” I mumbled, turning around and attempting to get out of the bathtub but got restricted by a pair of strong arms wrapping around my torso. Lorenzo pulls me back down and my back hits his chest before I sit back down in the tub.I grumble words under my breath, mentioning how sore I was, having hickeys all over my chest and back. Lorenzo chuckles at my complaints and lies his head at the crook of my neck.“Sorry.” He said after placing a kiss there.“Go away,” I mumble begrudgingly even though there is