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25 || CRYSTAL OF THE PARTY

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE | CRYSTAL OF THE PARTY
𓆩❤︎𓆪𓆩❤︎𓆪𓆩❤︎𓆪

As soon as Lorenzo entered, despite being over an hour late to the event, all eyes went on him as though he was the one who was getting engaged. And he might as well have, Natalia pulling closer into his side and staining his neck as she pressed her pink lips against his skin, making her claim.

What the fuck was she doing?

Natalia only giggled when his stern eyes found her lighter ones. "What? Did you wanna seem jealous and regretful?"

Lorenzo crashed his lips into hers, pulling her flush against him and eliciting some gasps around them. But he didn't care about the audience her presence had brought them. He only cared about her and feeling her flushed cheeks beneath his palms, her pillowy lips pressed against his and her body melted into his.

"Lorenzo... You're going to ruin my makeup."

Chuckling, he pulled back and pecked her lips, watching her shudder at the sound of his light laughter. "Hmm?"

"Nothing."

He pulled her closer.

Natalia carefully looked around, gesturing for him to come closer and he did, only for her to drape her arms around his neck and draw her lips to his ear, feathering over the sensitive skin of the shell of his ear. "Your voice is so deep."

Scoffing, he acted as though that didn't draw a smile on his lips. "Hmm?"

She shuddered against him once more. "Yes."

"Mr. Valiente, what a surprise. We almost thought you wouldn't- I-I-" The man stared wide-eyed at Lorenzo as he continued glaring, possessively pulling Natalia closer, his large hands cupping her broad hips, forcing her to remain flush against him despite her pushy hands.

Get the fuck out of my face.

The man scrambled away, finally allowing Natalia to get out of Lorenzo's possessive grip. "Who was that?"

Lorenzo ignored her, pecking her lips once more, his eyes remaining on her face.

"You can't just-"

He pecked her lips once again.

"Lorenzo."

"Hmm?"

Natalia turned her head and found no one was there. She observed their surroundings and found some people whispering, grouping together as they stared at them, a group calming down a sobbing man in the far left corner of the humongous ballroom. "Where did he go? What did you do?"

"Nothing."

She gave him a stern look, causing him to scoff and try to kiss her. He groaned when she turned her head, rejecting his kiss and glaring at him.

"Kiss me."

"Tell me what you did."

His grip tightened on her hips. "I made him leave."

"He's the one who's crying, yes?"

Lorenzo didn't remove his eyes off hers. He couldn't care less. Did it look like he cared?

Rolling her eyes, she pecked his lips. "Happy?"

He smiled and nodded, kissing her cheek in response before pressing another kiss on her forehead. It was as his lips pressed against the skin of her forehead that his attention strayed to the agitated Pepe standing behind Natalia, impatiently tapping his foot against the floor.