Lorenzo’s eyes darkened, but his expression remained unreadable. “I didn’t say that,” he replied, his voice dropping. “But who’s the new boyfriend, huh?”
“Rafael Mercer.”
The moment the name left her lips, something in Lorenzo shifted. His eyes, cold as ever, narrowed just slightly. The change was subtle, but Celia caught it. A sudden unease crept up her spine.
“You’re with that assh*le?"
“He’s not an assh*le. And why would you say that?”
“Nothing. But you have to leave him.”
“I should leave the man I love… because you said so?”
Lorenzo stepped closer, tilting his head with that familiar, mocking smile. “You should leave him because you love me.”
“I don’t. You ended everything.”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t want you caught up in my world.”
“I already am,” Celia said, her voice sharper no
