Novel & Cerita Lorenzo Fortnite Skin

“You said you didn’t want to see my face… but it looks like your eyes are having a hard time staying away.” “I—I wasn’t looking!” I protested, my voice embarrassingly weak. He leaned in slightly, close enough for me to catch a whiff of his cologne—that intoxicating mix of cedar and spice. I had to fight the urge to close my eyes and sniff him. “Really?” he whispered. “Because it sure looks like you were.” I swallowed hard and looked away. “Don’t flatter yourself, Lorenzo.” His smirk deepened. “Oh, I don’t need to. You’re doing that for me.”

Sera had this boastful smile on her face like a kid. “Oh my fucking God… she’s a goddess” Luiz finally with an exaggerated gasp. I’ve never really acknowledged my looks but this at moment I thanked the Moon goddess for it. That only means that Luiz didn’t recognize me as I had thought. What’s with these people and being dramatic? He stretched his hand and we shook hands. “Am Luiz, the most handsome guy in Scarlet” Monna burst into a trail of laughter and I couldn’t help but smile. “ don’t mind her Monna, she’s a psycho,” Luiz said while rolling his eyes which earned him a smack on the head.

His lips teases the sensitive skin of my neck and I bit my inner cheek to prevent myself from giving in. His hands holds me in a protective and possessive hold. I am wearing a plain slim fit crop top of black color with puff sleeves and sweetheart neck. I had paired it with a white high waist jeans. "Guys!" Lucas' familiar voice travelled to our ears even before he came in sight and we immediately parted away, I mean, I pushed him away. Lorenzo muttered a curse under his breath that sounded close to 'freak' in his own foul language. Lucas stood at the threshold of the door looking between the two of us, me and Lorenzo, confused.

“ I fucking made that happen, when you were gallivanting about, I did everything. I put in the work. I paid for it in blood. My blood. I took in the gunshots just to pass out deals. I eradicated enemies and lords of different gangs just so we would be on top, and now you say you are doing this for me?” Drago scoffed, his eyes digging into me. “A whore? Is that….” Lorenzo's steps quickened, standing up to Drago, with eyes not wavering and one which was bloodshot, he uttered. “ Don't ever call her a whore. You have whores, and none look like her, this should be the last time this happens because when next it does. You will have me to contend with" he trailed off. Flipping his head at me, his e

It deepened the curiosity in his blue eyes, almost distracting me from his unusually clean-shaven jaw and cheeks. First time ever I'd seen him this clean-shaven. Looked kinda odd, but it made him look five years younger. "You used the jet?" I asked casually. Enzo faintly shook his head. "Can I come in?" "I was on my way out. Where's Berto and the guys?" "Around. Did you get my text?" "What text?" I squinted, hiding myself behind the door, holding my breath. Lorenzio got busy on his phone as I scanned his outfit. Plain white button-down with fairly wrinkled sleeves. Dark jeans. His suede shoes looked a shade lighter than his jaw-length hair. "Texted you an hour ago."

"And what about the clothes? You didn't answer." Lorenzo let out a weak chuckle, trying to lighten the mood. "Fine. Go with the navy blue button-down. Not the silk one, the matte cotton. Roll the sleeves up. It says 'I have money, but I’m also capable of manual labor.' So go with that.” I looked at the one he picked. “Okay, I'll shove the rest back in the drawer.” He snorted. “Whoever you’re trying to impress is going to be absolutely miserable once they realize what a headache you are."

I looked down and realized they’d changed me into a new nightgown, pastel-colored, reaching my thighs, buttoned almost up to my neck. Lorenzo was in loose sweatpants, and for the first time I saw his torso completely bare. Thin scars from old wounds ran through tribal tattoos that wrapped his left pectoral and flowed down his arm. On his other arm, a beautiful sleeve showed runes and wolves tangled over his biceps. He looked like a feast laid out in front of me, made for me... and I couldn’t eat. “Then if everything’s clear, I’ll go back to my place,” I said, trying to get up again, even with the dizziness and how weak I still felt.

Lorenzo was wearing a plain blue shirt and jeans trousers which was different from his three piece suit that he wore everyday. Lorenzo scoffed and turned to the driver with a nod. The driver started the car and drove out of the airport into the road. Armani rolled his eyes at his friend, “ you still haven’t answered my question” he said. “ how about, I came to give you a warm welcome… welcome home Mani… “ Lorenzo muttered. Armani chuckled dryly, looking out the window, Nothing about the guy was warm. “ Who are you and what have you done to my friend… “ he said, smirking.

Isabella’s voice was sharp, dripping with jealousy. “Don’t be ridiculous,” Lorenzo said softly. “Everything is going according to plan.” “Then why didn’t you back me up out there? She said her stomach hurt, and you looked genuinely worried.” Lorenzo sighed. “I’m doing all of this for our child. She’s carrying him, after all…” His voice trailed off. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a velvet jewelry box. Inside was an antique sapphire brooch. He pinned it gently to her dress. “You wanted this at the auction. I bought it for you.”

Marcos’s grin widened. “Which one? I pray it wasn’t the one I gave you last year.” Lorenzo’s gaze lifted, sharp, but his jaw tightened for a moment as if weighing his words. “I… I gave her that one. Isn’t it meant for situations like that?” Marcos threw his head back and laughed so hard he nearly choked, elbowing Ethan as he gasped for air between bursts. His shoulders shook, eyes watering from how ridiculous he thought Lorenzo’s ignorance was. “No way, man! That thing’s been sitting in your drawer forever!”