All Chapters of End the Stupid Bet, Win My Stage: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

*LORENZO*My hands were braced on the shower wall. I was panting while steaming hot water cascaded over me. I’ve been reduced to jerking off in the shower...again.Fuck. What had become of my life?Why couldn’t I just go out and get laid?Her eyes, the color of a rich espresso, peek up at me through long lashes.I groaned.This had to stop.She was my fucking cleaner. Last night I tossed and turned alone in my bed again. Her laugh echoed over and over in my dreams. She was carefree and happy, playing the piano for me, wearing nothing but those pink panties, her hair falling long and lush past her breasts.Ah...Even my grueling workout this morning had done little to get her out of my system.There was only one way.That was not going to happen.But the smile she gave me that day made me think she wanted me too.Since I met that girl, the thought of sleeping with anyone else was re

*LORENZO*I took a deep breath and wander back into the hallway. She was standing outside my darkroom looking at the door and holding a laundry basket.“It’s a darkroom,” I said as I strode toward her.Her lovely brown eyes meet mine. She was curious. And I remember that I’d asked Ximena not to clean it sometime ago. It had been a while since I’ve been in it myself.“I’ll show you.” I was grateful that she doesn’t back away like she normally did. “Do you want to see?”She nodded, and as I grabbed the laundry basket, my fingers brushed hers. My heart slammed against my ribs. “Let me have this.”My voice was gruff as I tried to calm the pounding in my chest. Placing the basket on the floor behind me, I open the door, switch on the light, and stood aside to let her enter.*****************Danica entered the small room. It glowed with red light and smell

*LORENZO*I stood paralyzed in the hallway for what seemed like an age. I was filled with dread, and my blood was thundering in my ears.Where the fuck was she?What the hell was she mixed up in?What do I do?How could she face those guys on her own?Fuck it. I have to find her.Where will she go?Home.Downtown.Yes.I dashed down the hall to the study and snatch the car keys from my desk, then ran to the front door, stopping only to grab my coat.I felt sick, my stomach churning.There was no way those guys were from the police.When I reached the garage, I pressed the electronic key, expecting the Maybach to open, but instead the Jag beeped to life.Shit. In my haste I picked up the wrong key.Fuck it.I didn’t have time to go back upstairs for the correct key. I clamber into the F-Type Jag and press the ignition. The engine roared to life, and I ease the

*LORENZO*“How did you escape from him?” I asked, trying to keep my voice even.We were both startled by the rattle of a key in the front door. Alarmed, Danica leapt to her feet, and I jumped up, knocking my chair to the floor.“Stay here,” I growled, pulling open the kitchen door.A blond woman in her forties stood in the hallway. She gasped in alarm when she saw me.“Magda!” Danica cried. Dodging around me, she runs to embrace Magda.“Danica!” Magda exclaimed, and hugged her. “You’re here. I thought...I thought...I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” Magda babbled, anguish in her voice, as she began to cry. “They were here. Some men.”Danica took Magda by the shoulders. “Tell me. Tell me what happened.”“Who is this?” Magda turned her tearstained face to me with suspicion. “This is...my boss. It is his apartment that I clean.”“Did they come to his apartment?”“Yes.”Magda gulped and held her hands up to her mouth. “I’m so sorry,” she whispered.“Perhaps Magda would like some tea, and she can tell

*LORENZO*I turned the car left and sped along the three-lane highway.Danica was hunched down in the passenger seat with her arms wrapped around herself, but at least she had remembered to put on her seat belt. She was staring out at the passing industrial buildings and car showrooms, but occasionally she wiped a sleeve across her face, and I knew she was still crying.“Do you want me to stop for tissues?” I asked. “I’m sorry I don’t have any.”She shook her head but didn’t look at me.I understood why she was emotional. What a day. If I was astounded by today’s events, she must be overwhelmed.Completely overwhelmed. I thought it was best if I left her alone to gather her thoughts. Besides, it was late, and I had to make some calls.I pressed the phone icon on the touch screen and found Dante’s number. The sound of its ringtone echoes through the car via the hands-free system. Wi