Mia’s pov
As I curled my hair, so many thoughts kept rushing in and out of my mind.
I had thought today was gonna be event free like the past one week had been, but that was before a text came in from Lorenzo. The text had been simple and straight to the point.
‘Get ready for a birthday party tonight at a highly respected mafia boss. Dress sexily. Will come pick you up by 9.’
The text had arrived by some minutes after seven, which didn’t leave me with enough time to get ready. My hair was a mess because I was still yet to pay much attention to it apart from washing it while showering. It’s been a week since my fever vanished and my full strength was just returning. Lorenzo hadn’t been at home all that much, but we’ve managed to share a few meals during the week. I spent time with Kat whenever she came by and always managed to learn something new from her whenever she was here.
After that text from Lorenzo came in, the first thing I did was to pick out a dress. I thought hard on what to go for before going for a black dress which was extremely flimsy, and then I hurriedly took a shower. Once I was done, I moved to curling my hair, which took way longer than I anticipated.
Once I was done with my hair, I had thirty minutes left. I hastily slipped into the dress which was silly and soft to the touch. In the one week since I recovered, I had managed to regain back all the weight I lost, which was why I currently filled out this dress the way I’d normally do.
I applied some makeup and by the time I was slipping on my shoes was when Lorenzo arrived. Instead of coming to get me at my door, he shot me a text asking me to come downstairs. After one more glance in the mirror to ensure that I looked extremely good, I turned around and exited the bedroom. Because of the heels I had on, I held the banister of the stairs as I climbed down, carefully taking the stairs one after the other. Lorenzo was waiting for me at the end of the stairs and my breath hitched each time I glanced up at him, because each time our eyes locked, it kept feeling like I was sinking into the deep ocean that were his eyes.
I bit my lip as I carefully took the last stair till I was standing right in front of him, with only a breath of space between us because he was yet to take a step back. My mouth parted and I let out a slow breath as I peaked up at him, because he still towered over me despite the fact that I had heels on.
His hands moved up and cupped my face, prompting me into letting out a small gasp of shock at the unexpectedness of what had just happened.
His thumb ghosted over my jaw as he tilted it up even more and my mouth parted against my will. His other thumb moved upwards till he was ghosting said thumb over my bottom lip. It came off with a little lipstick. His eyes darkened a little as he slid said thumb into my mouth for a fleeting moment, right before he finally retrieved his thumb and stepped away.
“We should definitely hurry since we’re already running late.” He declared in a gruff voice and then he turned around and began to walk away. Because of how flustered I was, I didn’t carefully watch my steps, and so I wobbled as soon as I attempted to take a step forward. A moment later and I was falling with a squeak rolling off my tongue, but Lorenzo caught me at the last moment and steadied me.
“You just had to, didn’t you?” He pointed out with an unimpressed look. “I should have let you hit the ground.”
I pursed my lips as annoyance replaced the flustered feeling at once. “What? Did you think I tripped myself on purpose?” I demanded as color flooded my cheeks. “Why would I do that?”
“So I can rescue you, obviously. I’m starting to think you have a kink for that.”
“What?”
“First it was the kidnaping scare, then your sickness, then that time in the kitchen -”
“That was an accident -”
“… and now, this. I’m noticing a pattern now.”
A splutter gathered in my throat because I was suddenly unable to form words due to the feeling of disbelief coursing through my insides.
“Fuck you.” I spat without thinking, and when I realized what I had said and was about to take my word back, a snicker was tumbling out of him.
“Let’s go already.” He suggested and this time, he gripped my arm and tugged me along with him. As I stumbled after him, I couldn’t help the flutter that filled up my chest. Even though he was such an asshole with the most bipolar traits ever.
We arrived at the location for the birthday in an hour and as expected, Lorenzo already had a gift ready by his guards, which we both delivered, as a couple.
That made a weird feeling settle in my stomach once again.
A fight broke out in the wedding after a while, which Lorenzo completely stayed out of because he claimed it wasn’t his business, but when bullets began to fly around, Lorenzo got involved and in no time, he had everything under control. The way he was able to command this much respect and fear from his others left me feeling tingly over various parts of my body.
When we headed home, the ride was silent throughout and I felt extremely hot from the inside and for some reasons, I refused to glance at Lorenzo throughout, because looking at him just seemed to be worsening that heated feeling in my insides.
When we made our way into the house, I was about to run off to my bedroom but Lorenzo stopped me with a grip on my wrist, which instantly made everything around me to heighten at once while my heart pounded loudly in my ears.
“Where are you running off to?” He murmured as he closed the distance between us, till we were sharing the same breath. My eyes widened as I felt the wall against my back.
“Uh… to, um–”
He leaned even closer to me and I trembled when his fingers slid into my hair, which he used to tug my head sideways and then his lips ghosted against my ear, prompting another shiver to roll down my spine.
“Good night.” He finally whispered before abruptly pulling away.