~Lorenzo POV~
I gave out another pouty face hoping it would smooth Flora’s temper. I didn’t need a translator to know she was cursing me out. She had backed away from me, shouting out all kinds of profanities.
I urgently coughed out, “Baby…. Flo, I need you….” trying to get the ship back on course.
She snapped her head towards me. “Oh, you need me, Lorenzo! Or you want to use me? Because those are two different things and here, I thought you were trying to be a decent person.”
I couldn’t help thinking to myself the audacity of this woman who was married to the f*****g President, no less, bringing back an old lover to a hotel suite to f**k him talking about decency.
I shot her a menacing look, letting go of all pretenses. I decided to go on to plan-B. I clipped back, “Flora, you miss
