Genevieve's POV
I'm still standing rooted in my spot holding onto the doorknob tightly in my hands. My eyes never leaving the face of my fiance's killer.
Whenever I meet Lorenzo, I have that mind boggling fear wash over me like a hurricane. That kind of fear that cripples you keeping you from making a sound or getting a single word out.
You know that type that keeps your tongue tied and paralyzed when you're in immense and imminent danger.
That's how I always feel around this person.
"Aren't you going to let me inside your house? Or are you just going to stand there gaping all night."
I'm pulled out my musings as I blinked and stepped away from the door. He walks into the house purposefully like he owns it, dominating the entire place. Making it look like I'm the outsid
