All Chapters of LORENZO, MY FATHER'S BEST FRIEND : Chapter 161 - Chapter 169

I went to Damon's apartment after midnight, when I was sure no one would see me.He opened the door before I even knocked, pulled me inside, kissed me before I could say hello."Missed you," he said against my mouth."Saw you this morning.""Doesn't count. I couldn't touch you.""You can now."He did. Hands sliding under my jacket, my shirt, finding bare skin. I melted into him, let the stress of the day fade.We made it to the couch before clothes started coming off."How was your first day?" he asked between kisses."Fine. Boring, mostly. New class, new professor—""Anyone I should worry about?"I thought about lying. Decided against it. "New guy in my Strategy class. Transferred from Colorado."Damon pulled back slightly, eyes searching mine. "And?""And nothing. He just seems nice.""Nice how?""Are you jealous?""Should I be?"I laughed, pulled him back down for a kiss. "No. You shouldn't be.""Good." But there was an edge to his voice that hadn't been there before.We moved to t

---The kiss turned rough fast.All the anger, all the fear, all the frustration pouring out.I backed her against the wall, hands already pulling at her clothes. She was doing the same, fingers fumbling with my belt."Tell me you're mine," I demanded against her mouth."I'm yours.""Say it again.""I'm yours—"I got her jeans open, shoved them down her thighs. She kicked them off while I freed my cock from my pants.No foreplay. No patience.I lifted her, lined up, and thrust inside in one hard stroke.She gasped, nails digging into my shoulders through my shirt."Fuck—yes—"I didn't give her time to adjust. Just fucked her against the wall, each thrust punctuated by the sound of her back hitting plaster."You feel that?" I growled. "You feel how hard you make me? How much I need you?""Yes—god—yes—""No one else gets to have this. No one else gets to touch you like this.""No one—fuck—only you—"I changed angles, hit that spot that made her see stars. She cried out, trying to muffle

---That night, I told Damon everything.We were in his apartment, tangled together on his couch. I'd been holding it in all day, but now it spilled out—the flowers, the notes, the public conversations, the whispers."He won't stop," I said. "No matter how many times I say no, he just keeps pushing."Damon's arms tightened around me. "I'll handle it.""How? You can't exactly confront him without making things worse.""I'll figure something out.""Damon—""I can't just sit here while he harasses you.""It's not harassment. Not technically. He's just... persistent.""That's bullshit and you know it." He pulled back to look at me. "He's crossing boundaries. Making you uncomfortable. That's harassment.""But I can't prove that. And if I report him, it'll just look like I'm causing more drama.""You're not causing anything—""Aren't I? The Dean already warned me about being involved in too many incidents. If I report Cole, he'll think I'm the problem."Damon was silent, but I could see the

DAMONVanessa Blake stood at our table, hand still extended toward Lexi, smile still fixed on her face.And I couldn't breathe.Five years. It had been five years since I'd seen her. Since I'd called off our wedding two months before the ceremony and watched her world shatter.Since I'd broken the heart of the woman I'd thought I'd spend my life with.And now she was here. In the one place I'd felt safe. Looking at Lexi like she was an interesting puzzle to solve."Vanessa," I said again, because I couldn't think of anything else to say.Lexi hadn't shaken her hand. Was just staring at Vanessa with wide eyes, then looking at me like I'd betrayed her."Ex-fiancée?" Lexi's voice was quiet. Controlled. "You were engaged?""It was a long time ago—""How long?""Five years."Vanessa finally lowered her hand, seemingly unbothered by the tension crackling through our corner of the restaurant. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt. I just saw you sitting here and couldn't believe it. Damon C

"No. I want you to feel every inch. Want you to remember this tomorrow when you start doubting again.""I won't doubt...""Yes, you will. Because you're scared. And that's okay. But I need you to remember this." I thrust deeper, made her gasp. "Remember how you feel right now. How we fit together. How perfect this is.""Damon...""No one else gets to have this. No one else gets to see you like this. Touch you like this. Make you feel like this.""Only you—""That's right. Only me." I changed angles, hit that spot that made her see stars. "And you're the only one who gets to have me. All of me."She came again, clenching around me, nails raking down my back. I followed her over, burying my face in her neck as the orgasm tore through me.After, we lay tangled together, both breathing hard."I'm sorry," she whispered. "I shouldn't have doubted you.""You're allowed to have doubts. You're allowed to be scared. But I need you to talk to me about them. Not let them fester.""Okay.""Promise