As I wake up I stretch and push my messy hair away from my face. Today Lorenzo and I fly back to New York, and I can’t wait to be in my apartment with Lucy again.
Lorenzo walks into my room topless with his shorts riding dangerously low. He stops a foot away from my face. God damn, this man is as sexy as a greek god.
“Good morning Nala, how do you like your eggs?” Lorenzo asks and I rub my eyes and look him up and down and notice his hard-on. He smirks at me.
“Humm... fertilized,” I tell him and he gasps before looking at me like I’ve lost my mind.
“I’m kidding! Ha, you should have seen the look on your face Lorenzo.”
He laughs.
“Very funny, but should you really be making pregnancy jokes knowing that there is a big possibility that...” he shakes his head not finishing his sentence.
