Lorenzo's POV
"No, I didn't look for long," he replied as he looked back in my direction, flashing me a grin as I glowered at him.
Motherfucker.
I stood in my spot, watching them until they walked away from my line of sight.
What if I just killed him and buried him right here in this garden, hmm?
Mother would never forgive me if I did that. It would break her. That lucky asshole.
Taking a deep breath, I marched out of the garden, entering the mansion. I was heading to the kitchen for a bottle of water when someone bumped into me, spilling hot coffee all over my cream dress shirt and blue suit jacket, successfully ruining it.
"What the f**k?!" I thundered.
"Oh my God. I'm so sorry, sir. I wasn't looking where I was going," a scared feminine voice said hastily, tryi
