𝐋𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝚩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐭 | 18+

9 || ACCUSATIONS

CHAPTER NINE | ACCUSATIONS
𓆩❤︎𓆪𓆩❤︎𓆪𓆩❤︎𓆪

Whenever Natalia was upset, angry or sad, she simply slept until she reached a moment of clarity in which she could trek forward rationally.

So that's what she did. She rested. Just like Sergio had told her. Just like Charles had asked. And just like Elizabeth had demanded.

Despite having reached a point of clarity upon waking up, Natalia was still angry with Lorenzo. So she did the next best thing she could think of: Pick up a book and read.

Natalia took a seat on the staircase, watching for a moment how the guards kept an eye on her and how staff ran about. The corpses were gone and the floor had already been swept by the time she'd woken up. It was as though nothing had happened and she'd just imagined it.

But it had happened.

Pursing her lips, she turned her attention to the first page of the book and started reading quietly, immersing herself in the book until reality was no more. It wasn't until someone hovered over her that she snapped out of the daze the book had her in.

It wasn't Lorenzo, however, but someone entirely else—a new face. "Hello," she greeted, putting her book down, and assessing the dark-skinned man she'd caught a glimpse of earlier.

His melanin-rich skin glistened from the sunbeams shining through the glass, the light reflecting off and making it shimmer beautifully. He had a bed of curls on the top of his head, carefully kept it seemed, every inky lock of hair tight and curly. He was admittedly handsome, but nothing like Lorenzo.

A furrow formed between the man's brows. "¿Quién es ella?" Who is she?

The guards darted their eyes from Natalia and the man before her. "La mujer de don, escuchamos." Don's woman, we hear.

"No soy su chica." Natalia slammed the book together. "I'm simply a guest for the time being." I'm not his girl.

"A guest?"

Her ears perked at the sound of English. "Yes. Employee or potential business partner?"

The man snapped his fingers, causing them to lower their weapons and bow their heads. "Llévale agua." Bring her water.

The two lowered their heads further. "Sí, señor. Por supuesto, señor." Yes, sir. Of course, sir.

The two guards marched off on a mission, leaving her and the stranger. "So what's the answer?"

"Employee," the man answered, crouching down to her level. One of his tight curls fell before his brown eyes, making him run his hand through his curly hair, breaking apart some of his tight curls. "Lorenzo is in his office."

"I didn't ask."

The man shrugged. "Your eyes did."

Natalia glared at him. She wasn't too happy with that reply. She didn't like the silent notion of her being remotely interested in Lorenzo. She was upset with him, after all.

Catching her off guard, the man took a seat beside her, stealing her book from her hands and skimming through its blurb. "If you're not the boss' girl, who are you then?"