Changes Nothing
1068 Words
Lorenzo's Pov
I already knew what I was going to do the moment the test results came in. I did not need anyone to tell me how to feel, and I definitely did not need emotions clouding my judgment.
I sat alone in my office, trying to finish up on some files but barely getting anywhere.
A soft knock on the door pulled me from my thoughts. Dr. Samuele entered, his expression unreadable. He handed me an envelope.
"It's confirmed," he said. "She's a few weeks along."
My head dipped in a nod as I dismissed him, "You can go."
He gently shut the door behind him.
I tore open the envelope, going through its contents and it was boldly written at the bottom left of the paper that she's pregnant.
Different emotions filled me but I had a plan.
I reached for my phone and stood up from my chair.
I made a call. "Tell Giada to come to the house. Tonight."
"Right away, boss."
"And have the prisoner in the room besides my pleasure room."
"Yes boss."
Giada was nothing more than a casual string. We had done this before. She understood her place, and I knew exactly what I needed her for.
About one hour later, she pulled up in her silver coupe. When the door opened, she stepped out dressed like she knew why she was here. A tight black leather dress hugged her curves, stopping mid-thigh. The neckline dipped low, showing off more than enough. Her heels clicked on the tiles as she strutted in like she belonged.
She smirked when she saw me. "I know you missed me. You always do."
I gave her nothing. "Follow me."
“No kiss?” she teased, walking beside me. “You used to greet me better.”
“You were never that important, Giada.”
She chuckled like it was a compliment. “Still a charmer.”
We walked through the hallway. I led her straight to the top floor. Before reaching my pleasure room, I stopped at the door next to it. Two guards stood beside it.
“Open it.”
The door creaked as they did. Thalia was sitting on the edge of the bed. Her eyes lifted as I stepped in, and then she saw Giada behind me.
Giada moved closer to me, her arm snaking around mine in a possessive grip.
“Who is she?” she asked, tone sharp.
“Not your concern.”
Giada raised a brow. “Cute. She looks pissed. Is this an ex or one of those rescue projects of yours?”
Still, I said nothing.
I stared at Thalia for a few seconds, cold eyes stared right back at me. I turned to the guards. “Make sure she stays in. Leave the door open just a little, enough for sound to travel.”
I did not look at Thalia again. I just walked past the door, into the room beside hers, Giada following with a sway in her hips.
Inside, she dropped her purse and turned toward me, hands on her waist.
"So, what do you want tonight? I’m all yours."
I took off my shirt. "You already know."
She bit her lip, walking over slowly. "Mmm. Missed this."
Giada placed her hands on my chest, her nails slightly dragging. She kissed my neck and pressed her body to mine. Her perfume was heavy.
I didn’t kiss her back. I turned her around and pushed her gently toward the bed. She laughed again.
"Still a man of few words. I like that." She brushed her hair to the sides, exposing her neck.
“Be loud,” I said flatly.
She paused, confused for a beat. “Are you trying to remind someone what she’s missing?”
I gave her a look. She got the message.
“Got it,” she smiled. “Let’s put on a show.”
She reclined back, one leg lifted just enough to send the message. Her dress was already out of the way, and she was wearing nothing beneath.
"Come get what’s yours."
I walked to the drawer, grabbed protection, and took my time. Then I joined her on the bed.
She opened her arms to me like she has been waiting for this moment.
"Let’s give the girl next door something to cry about."
I did not answer. Just grabbed her legs, pulled her closer, and let my actions speak.
She made sure to be loud, she was a loud moaner. Always has been. That was why I picked her tonight.
Every sound that left her lips wasn’t for me, it was for the one in the next room.
"You are rough tonight," she whispered.
"You talk too much," I muttered.
I stayed in control, my face unreadable. This wasn’t for pleasure. It was to pass across a message.
She kept urging, pushing, demanding more. The bed creaked beneath us, her voice rising with every move, her fingers gripping at the sheet and my hair.
It ended with her voice echoing through the room, no restraint, no shame. I followed soon, but was silent.
She collapsed beside me, panting. "Damn. You still got it."
I got up, and walked to the bathroom without a word.
I took my time scrubbing before walking back to the room with a towel around my waist. I got dressed without saying anything to her.
My ears perked at the sound of her feet against the floor, walking towards me.
"Babe," her fingers rubbed across my shoulders. I moved slightly, causing them to fall off.
She exhaled loudly, "Do you want me to stay tonight? We can go at it again. I know you love it."
Slowly, I turned to face her.
"Gaida, get dressed and get lost."
There was a flicker of something in her eyes, but she masked it quickly. "Alright. Call me when you want another round."
She got dressed, fixed her hair like it was just another night, then grabbed her purse off the floor.
"Not happening."
She laughed low. “You really are a cold bastard. Guess that’s why I keep crawling back. Later boss.”
I sat at the edge of the bed. No sound from the other room, but I knew she heard.
That was the point. I needed her to know that her pregnancy changes nothing, and nothing is ever going to change between us.
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