Lorenzo’s pov
As I watched Mia flee, it took everything in me to not go after her, like she was a prey who was edging me towards some kind of mock race.
I let out a harsh breath and glanced down at my hand which had been wrapped around her waist minutes ago and I clenched that hand tightly as a low curse slipped past my lips.
Her waist had felt ridiculously tiny in my grip, that I wanted to shove her shirt up to come in contact with her warm skin but had to stop myself from doing that after a moment’s rethinking.
She had felt so damn good on top of me, a welcomed, pleasant, warm weight that I didn’t want her to ever get up.
I knew I was already in deep than I even realized, which isn’t a good thing at all.
I had long established the fact that I wouldn’t be able to kill her like I had planned to, despite how much I want to.
But, lusting after her wasn’t what I was supposed to be doing. I should instead be looking for multiple other ways in which I could still make her father pay for all his sins.
I pushed off the couch at that moment and then I let out a long sigh while wondering what it is that Mia is currently doing.
She had looked genuinely clueless when I had made it known to her that I was curious if she bruised easily on other parts of her body, which had done nothing to quench the fire burning inside of me.
Instead, that cluelessness only made me want to consume her even more.
It was like she was a bright, untainted light, while I was the complete opposite – an oozing darkness, which should be nowhere near a light as innocent as Mia’s.
But, by the look of things, it doesn’t seem like I can actually stay away from her like I was initially supposed to.
When I noticed the marks on her throat which I had left behind last night in the car, I hadn’t been able to resist touching them, and she had responded to those touches so beautifully, making me imagine if she’d bruise that way if I were to suck marks into other parts of her body… like, the underside of her tits, the insides of her thighs, the underside of her asscheeks, the curve of her hips…
I shook my head to rid my head of those thoughts as I made my way to my office while reminding myself that I wasn’t going to ever give in to those thoughts, no matter how tempting it might be.
She isn’t even my type. My type is a big breasted, curvy, matured woman who knows what she wants, not some green eyed girl who doesn’t even understand the things those big eyes of hers do to me, to begin with.
I reminded myself as I sank into my seat and began to flip through the payment records I had been going through this morning.
Once I was unable to actually get anything done, I picked up my phone and dialed a number, reminding the receiver to make sure to send a bouquet of flowers and a bottle of champagne to the family Mia and I had visited last night.
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The club was packed as I walked into it, as I had expected it to be. The crowd parted ways like water as I walked through it, with the manager which I had assigned to it, tagging along with me while telling me a bunch of things about the update of the club, which I wasn’t listening to.
On getting to the vip section, I sank into the seat and held my hand up, which instantly halted the manager.
“You’re talking my head off.” I stated, watching as he spluttered right after.
“Go fetch me a whiskey.” I murmured, hands loosening the top buttons of my shirt as I threw a glance around my surroundings.
The tables around mine were packed, but I didn’t need to look hard to see that the people sitting in those tables were now uncomfortable via my presence, and they all kept throwing my little glances, thinking they were being subtle.
I rolled my eyes a little, finding it funny and also pleasing how I always get this reaction whenever I go.
It feels good to be feared this way.
When the manager returned with the drink, he opened it and poured it out, dutifully taking a sip of it first before handing it to me.
I had barely taken a sip before he continued to speak from where he previously stopped.
“Let’s do this later.” I snapped out, watching as he flinched a little as he swallowed the rest of his words.
I emptied my glass after that, motioning for another one to be poured for me.
My manager was the only one who pours me a drink whenever I visit the club, due to security reasons because everyone literally wants me dead and could easily get me poisoned if I accept drinks from multiple people, which was why I implemented the law of my managers being the only one who pours me my drink in all my clubs, and they have to take a sip of the drink firstly, before I do, so if they ever consider poisoning me, we’d be going down together.
“Sir, this is really important and…”
I held up a single finger, which shut him up at once. “Not right now.”
I was barely down my second glass when he began to speak once again.
“The arab ma-”
I pinned him with a look that made me swallow the rest of his words while bowing and apologizing at once.
I knew what he currently wanted to talk about right now was important, but I’m sure they can definitely wait.
My head was still filled up with Mia for me to actually concentrate on something important right now anyways.
After the encounter I had with her this early afternoon, I made sure to not stop by her bedroom while leaving the house tonight, because I didn’t want to see her ridiculously stunning face once again today.
I got up from my seat and soon began to climb up the stairs, towards the extra VIP side of the club which was reserved for more important people, feeling my manager right behind me, which made me turn around and grasp his collar as I spoke.
“Go get me a girl, an interested, eager one.” I said, watching as he scampered off to do as requested.
Perhaps after fucking someone tonight, I’d be able to fuck Mia out of my system.