Novel & Cerita Lorenzo Book

Lorenzo said as he entered, Andre looked up guiltily. “I already ate.” “The staff said you drank just coffee.” “Yeahh… and that too.” he said with a faint smile on his face. Lorenzo walked farther into the library and looked around. Its dark wood and heavy furniture made the room the one place that still carried Dante’s presence more than anywhere else in the villa. Andre noticed him glance around. “Did he spend a lot of time here?” Andre asked, following his eyes “Yes, he did.” “What did he usually read?”

I woke to the feeling that something was wrong. For a moment, I couldn't explain it. The room was quiet, and the curtains were half open. Morning sunlight spilled across the floor, and everything looked normal. Then my eyes landed on the armchair near the window. And I nearly stopped breathing. Lorenzo sat there, reading. One ankle resting over his knee, and a file open in his hand. As though finding him inside my bedroom at seven in the morning was perfectly normal.

"Lorenzo..." Finally Selena was able to raise her voice after she managed to calm herself who panicked because she got a sudden attack when she wasn't ready. “What are you here for? You followed me!” Selena glared at Lorenzo in annoyance and asked him to let her go. But Lorenzo seems still reluctant to let Selena go because he wants to teach his dissident wife a little lesson. Wasn't it obvious he asked Selena to be at home with Enzo. But in fact his wife was just wandering the streets sneaking around like a thief.

She needed to access his main terminal, the nerve center where the true secrets lay buried. She pushed the door open, a faint, almost inaudible *creak* echoing in the profound silence. The rich scent of aged leather, expensive tobacco, and a faint, metallic tang—Lorenzo’s signature cologne—enveloped her. The fire in the hearth had died down to a ruddy glow, casting dancing shadows across the rows of leather-bound books and the large, mahogany desk. The desktop monitor emitted a soft, blue luminescence, illuminating Lorenzo’s profile. He sat, back to her, a glass of amber liquid cradled in one hand, his gaze fixed on the screen. This was not right. She hadn't expected him there. He shouldn't

I asked innocently, pressing the book to my chest. His heated gaze bore into mine as he walked to me, and I took a step back. My heart thumped as he trapped me between his body and the bookshelf, and I licked my bottom lip. My breath hitched as he lifted his hand, but instead of touching me, he began taking down the books from the top shelf that I struggled to reach. "Here. Don't drop anyone again, I don't play with my books." Lorenzo said coolly as he handed me the stack of books, and I gaped at him.

Already ready, I leave the room, going down the stairs slowly. I'm surprised to see Lorenzo reading a book, I didn't even know he liked to read. I walk over to it and widen my eyes when I notice that the book is about babies. I smile. '' Good morning my angel. Did you sleep well? he asks, pulling his attention from his book and looking me up and down. '' You look beautiful. '' Good morning, Enzo. I sleep very well, thanks for asking. He smiles and my heart skips a beat. “I like it when you're like that, awkward.

And mine. I toss another log on the fire, sit down in the armchair opposite her, and take a sip of the delicious wine, feeling so much at peace. *************** Lorenzo puts down his glass and picks up a sandwich. He looks glorious. Rumpled hair, stubble, wicked green eyes that glow with desire and love in the firelight. He’s wearing his bulky cream sweater and his black jeans with a rip at the knee, and she spies his skin beneath....Danica drinks him in.

Lorenzo incised with finality. ‘I’ll think about it,” she returned unevenly. He parked the car in front of the bookshop. Unsnapping her seatbelt, Lorenzo reached for her, blue-sky eyes glittering. ' “What is there to think about, piccola,” he asked. “You want me. Only last night you couldn't wait to…” “Really, Lorenzo?” she gasped, with a sound between an embarrassed laugh and a shaken reproach. “So, either you're just a hussy who shamelessly used me for sex... or a decent woman with a delightful inability to resist me. Which one is it?”

In a panic, I quickly bit my lip, attempting to stop the sound and the movement of his legs under, until I heard a deep chuckle from behind. Lorenzo covered his surprised reaction by laughing to seem unbothered, but he knew it had an effect on him that made his eyes widen slightly. "Mhm, what's that again?" Lorenzo asked. "Uh," I panicked now. "Shit shit shit." "I'm asking about the content you're reading," Lorenzo said. "O-oh, well." I felt his hand grip my waist, and I jolted from the contact, trying my hardest not to focus on the shifting of his leg under and instead, the file in front of me.

“You sure you want to do this? Marry her?” The answer was immediate. “Damn right, I do.” Lorenzo watched me for a long moment, his jaw ticking, the room thick with quiet understanding and warning. “It’s not her I hate,” he finally said, voice low, dangerous. “It’s the blood she carries. That name. That pathetic family that’s caused us nothing but grief. But her?” He shook his head slightly, a faint, reluctant smirk ghosting his lips. “She’s nothing like them. She’s fire. She’s stubborn. Tough as nails. I respect that.”