𝐋𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝚩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐭 | 18+

6 || UP THE LADDER

CHAPTER SIX | UP THE LADDER
𓆩❤︎𓆪𓆩❤︎𓆪𓆩❤︎𓆪

The name Hernandez echoed in Lorenzo's mind like a disease, his hands itching to kill whoever hurt Natalia. But there were more important matters at hand to take care of than some low-life gangster.

Natalia was crying... And Lorenzo didn't like that. She was too pretty to spend her time crying.

"Don't cry," he murmured, pulling slightly back to dart his eyes between hers, gently wiping her tears.

Despite wanting to give in to him, despite feeling her body physically melt into his as though they'd known each other their whole lives and as though this meant more than it did, Natalia found herself unable to stop her tears from streaming down her face. "You lied to me."

Lorenzo didn't say anything. He let his eyes do the speaking for him. Truthfully, he didn't understand why it was a big deal that he'd omitted that part of his life, that he'd lied about being a good guy when he was anything but. So why was his chest squeezing tightly in guilt?

Lorenzo never felt guilty for his actions.

Natalia pushed his chest weakly. "You're a bad man."

Lorenzo pulled her in closer, circling his arms tightly around her thin waist, his gaze locked with hers. He might've been a bad man but to her, he would be anything but that. He wouldn't hurt her, not when her eyes sparkled like the Mediterranean ocean, or when her smile lived rentlessly in his mind. It wasn't like she was completely innocent either. She'd omitted the fact that she knew Sergio. "And you're Natalia Rousseau."

"Natalia Martin," she corrected, her eyes dropping in annoyance, lips thinning into a tight line. She didn't like being called a Rousseau when she wasn't. She wasn't granted the privileges that members of the Rousseau family got nor had she ever asked for them because she wasn't a Rousseau.

Lorenzo hummed, not believing a single word leaving her pretty lips. But it didn't matter anyway. No matter her name, title or status, he was already smitten by her. He'd been smitten with Natalia since he heard that sweet giggle leave her lips and saw that deep indent on her left cheek.

She was the prettiest woman he'd ever seen. She was the epitome of gorgeous. She was all he could ever wish for, all he'd ever wanted, dreamed about.

Lorenzo took her chin between his fingers and kissed her nose before nudging it with his own. "And I'm Lorenzo."

"Lorenzo Valiente," Natalia corrected. "And you're a fucking don."

Lorenzo pressed his thumb against her lips, glaring at her. He didn't like hearing her curse. It didn't suit her pretty lips.

Natalia couldn't help but to flush under his stare. Everything about him was so intense that it was almost overwhelming. Why did he have to be so hot? It wasn't fair.

"Don't tell me what to do."

Lorenzo tilted his head. I didn't say anything.

"You didn't have to; your eyes said it clearly."

He couldn't help but chuckle in amusement. She read him so easily. Perhaps, too easily too, if you asked Lorenzo. Nonetheless, he found himself getting increasingly smitten by her.

So cute. Even her glare was so fucking perfect.

"Get off me. Lorenzo, get off. Lorenzo-!" Natalia squealed when he suddenly scooped her up into his arms and took her across the bedroom only to toss her on the bed. "Lorenzo!"

Lorenzo chuckled and climbed on top of her, nudging her thighs apart only to wrap them around his midsection, encasing her waist between his sizable hands. "Quiet." He pulled her in closer, resting his head on top of hers before inhaling her sweet scent mixed with his shampoo.