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4 || ROUSSEAU PRINCESS

CHAPTER FOUR | ROUSSEAU PRINCESS
𓆩❤︎𓆪𓆩❤︎𓆪𓆩❤︎𓆪

Lorenzo knew he shouldn't have taken Natalia with him home. He knew it would've simply endangered her further and forced her into a codependent relationship with him, but it was the only solution he had where he could keep her safe from whoever had it out for her.

He knew it was all just a ploy to get his attention by hurting his latest fuck. He'd call the strategy stupid, had it not been for the fact that Natalia indeed had caught his complete attention.

Lorenzo was completely smitten by her. He already was the first moment he'd seen her in that pretty red dress and those tall heels. His infatuation only grew for her as her long legs pulled his hips closer, her lips parted and her eyes closed as her orgasm took her in its electrifying embrace. The moment lived in his brain, the noises echoing in his ears, his mind having memorised the touch of her skin beneath the pads of his fingertips.

Lorenzo had admittedly been a bit upset in the morning when she hadn't called him. He would've been waiting for Natalia in her hotel bed by the end of the week, had she not called him crying and begging him to help her. Natalia sounded so broken that he left mid-meeting and bolted to the nearest vehicle in sight.

Part of him was grateful that she'd fallen asleep in his arms on the drive back. It spared him some time to think of an excuse to make when she realised the power he had and who he was.

Lorenzo pulled Natalia closer to his chest and covered her ears. "Stefano!"

The blue-haired idiot scrambled out of his room, confusion etched on his face like the piercings scattered on his features. "Isn't that...?"

Lorenzo's glare hardened. "What was that?" Isn't that who?

Stefano quickly ate his words and lowered his gaze. He knew better than to provoke Lorenzo and a Lorenzo of many words was one he'd willingly surrender to for his own good.

Everyone knew that when Lorenzo finally did decide to speak, it was always followed by murder. The man didn't even exchange more than a couple words to his own mother, for goodness' sake.

"Nothing. I must've seen wrongly." Stefano knew he hadn't but if lying would spare his life, he'd willingly do it.

The girl in Lorenzo's arms was indeed Natalia Martin, a New York socialite and the unofficial adopted daughter of the Rousseau family. Natalia was literally called the Rousseau princess. Despite this, she still had a rather humble title in the Rousseau Group. Namely, a project manager.

Stefano had known she was in Bogotá. In fact, he'd planned on trying to seduce her just so he could say he'd been with the Natalia. Alas, his cousin beat him to it. Stefano hadn't even known Lorenzo was on social media. When did his cousin get interested in social media?

Before Stefano could ask, Lorenzo thrust his chin forward, causing Stefano to take a frightened step back and fall over his own feet in fear before scrambling away and running for his life.

Stefano had decided his life was worth more than his curiosity. He'd simply ask Lorenzo when he wasn't in such a pissy mood.

Lorenzo sighed and pulled Natalia in closer, keeping her face hidden against his chest as his staff curiously glanced at the girl all whilst acting as though they weren't looking by sweeping the already swept floor, tidying the tidy space and polishing the polished glass of the staircase. Lorenzo simply ignored them and continued walking up the stairs and taking the hurt girl into his wing.