All Chapters of Game Of Chess With My Ex-Husband's Uncle : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

~ Vivienne's POVThe car ride started in silence.I sat in the passenger seat of Lorenzo's sleek black car, hyper-aware of every movement he made. The way his large hands gripped the steering wheel with casual confidence. The way his jaw tensed slightly whenever we hit traffic. The subtle scent of his cologne filling the enclosed space—woodsy and masculine, wrapping around me like an invisible embrace.I kept my gaze fixed on the window, watching the city blur past, because looking at him felt dangerous right now. My heart was still racing from the way he'd announced—loudly, deliberately—that we were going to his house. In front of Vincent. In front of Hannah who'd been passing by. In front of anyone within earshot."You didn't have to say it like that," I muttered, finally breaking the silence."Say what like what?" His voice held that familiar hint of amusement.I turned to glare at him. "You know exactly what. 'We're going to my house,'" I mimicked his deep voice poorly. "You made

~ Vivienne's POV My ears tingled with interest.I had heard a bit about Lorenzo from my informant. What she had told me had been Lorenzo's vendetta for revenge and how he had threatened to carry it out. But one question I hadn't yet gotten the answer to was "why?"Why was Lorenzo in a bid for revenge against the whole Blackwell group? Was it just because he hated their guts or was it something deeper?No... that didn't make sense at all.The Lorenzo that I had come to know didn't seem like someone who was blinded by revenge or obsessed with hate. I figured there had to be something more vital, more... personal than that.Right now, it was obvious that Eric was about to tell me something about Lorenzo's history that I didn't know about.I felt the adrenaline in my body reduce by his introduction alone, my anger already making way for curiosity and attention. I threw a glance at the entrance, trying to see if Lorenzo would come out of it. But the door stayed closed. And I could almost

~ Vivienne's POV Lorenzo's body was large as I wrapped my hands around him. His broad shoulders were wide and warm, intoxicating me with every breath I took. The embrace lasted longer than it should. My mind was already beginning to shift from the matter at hand and it was getting filled with lustful thoughts. I felt my nipples go hard against my bra and I felt some sticky and itchy sensations between my legs. His hands were beginning to move across my back, sending shivers down my spine. My breath quickened and my face turned hot. I didn't pull away, I clutched him tighter, not daring to raise my gaze and look into his face. But that was useless. His right arm slid from my back to my neck and brushed over my skin, making my breath catch in my lungs. His large palm cupped my chin and lifted my face, suddenly bringing me face to face with him, with no more than an inch between us. His emerald eyes were closer and appeared more beautiful than I ever saw them each time. His gaze

~ Vivienne's POVI stood there in the silence of my hotel room, my back still pressed against the door, phone clutched in my hand.The room felt too quiet. Too empty. Like the absence of Lorenzo had created a vacuum that was slowly crushing me.I pushed off the door and tossed my purse onto the nearby table, then sank onto the edge of the bed. My fingers traced over my lips—lips that still tingled from his kisses. My skin still felt warm where his hands had touched me.God, what was wrong with me?I fell back onto the mattress, staring up at the ceiling. My mind was racing, thoughts tumbling over each other in a chaotic mess I couldn't untangle.Lorenzo.Just thinking his name made my pulse quicken. The way he'd looked at me tonight, the way he'd touched me, the way he'd respected my boundaries without question or complaint—it all swirled together into something I didn't know how to process.I wanted him. That much was painfully, embarrassingly clear. My body still ached with unfulfil

~ Lorenzo's POV"Lorenzo, about what you asked me earlier... about your father..."I felt my entire body tense. Here it was—the conversation I'd hoped to avoid for at least a little while longer. My jaw tightened instinctively."You don't have to—""I need you to promise me something." Her eyes were firm, determined. "Don't ever ask me that again. Don't talk about it, don't bring it up. I understand why you did, but I need you to let it go. At least with me."The words settled over me like a verdict. She understood, but she wouldn't help. She cared, but she had limits.And I respected that. God, I respected it more than she probably knew.I studied her face for a long moment, memorizing the resolve in her eyes, the set of her jaw. She meant this. It wasn't negotiable."I promise," I said finally. "I won't bring it up again."Relief flickered across her features. "Thank you."We sat in silence after that, still holding hands. The charged atmosphere from earlier had dissipated, replaced