Maria |18+

Chapter 3

MARIA

"Boss, are you there?"

"Don't ask if he's there, get inside this instant!"

"Mh," I tossed around. My hand immediately went to my lower back to massage what felt like a forming bruise.

I furrowed my brows as my eyelids blinked open to reveal a room lit by sunlight peaking through the curtains. Confusion flooded my mind as to where I was, but as I sat up, the sharp pain hammering at my head had me remembering most of what happened the night before.

The sleeping figure on a couch opposite me also did a great job of reminding me, and making my eyes widen with shock.

So it really did happen, huh.

Loud and fast thumping on the door caused me to snap my head towards it.

"Boss?" A concerned voice called from the other side.

"Fuck," I panicked, standing up and scrambling to find my purse and heels. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, cazzo!"

The knocking grew louder and faster, more desperate and concerned as the shrill of a women's voice cursing and scolding sounded through the wood. My heart raced at not knowing what to do.

I paced around, trying to remember what happened so that I could find what I was searching for. My fingers raked through my mussed hair and my hand rested on my hip.

"Okay," I began, speaking to myself and trying to figure out where the fuck I was. "Last night, I was drinking, I followed a guy..." I nodded to myself but whoever was behind the door started banging and pulling at the doorknob. I gasped, bringing my fingers to my mouth and trying to recall faster. Faster than I could with the fucking headache, and the banging was not helping me one bit.

"Okay, okay, I followed a guy, I fucked him...shit, that felt good—" I shook my head at myself. "No- Maria, not now. Ummm,"

I glanced over to the sleeping figure, tapping my chin and my eyes widened when the realisation hit me.

"Lorenzo!" I blurted and made my way over to him, knocking my knee against the coffee table that decided to suddenly appear. "Merda!"

I reached my arms out to the sleeping figure, setting my hands on his side to try and shake him awake, but he wouldn't fucking budge. "Please, don't be dead, Lorenzo. Wake the fuck up—"

His hand shot to my throat, pressing his fingers under my jawline and looking at me with tired yet dangerous eyes that were ready to kill. I held him by his forearm, digging my nails as deep into his skin as he dug his fingers into mine.

"Well, good morning to you, too," I greeted with a sarcastic grin, regardless of the fact that I was about to start losing my ability to breathe. "I need to get the fuck out of here before they bust in and God knows what they'll do to me,"

Lorenzo's brows furrowed but, after a moment, he came back to reality and seemed to remember what had happened. The banging on the door also brought him back to reality and he soon let go of my throat, muttering what seemed like an irritated apology.

Well, you're not a morning person...I rolled my eyes at him as I got up to retrieve my heels and clutch which had somehow shifted under the couch I was sleeping on.

Lorenzo got up and made his way to the door, unlocking it and opening it slightly. Enough for him to talk to whoever the hell had the audacity to wake me up, but not enough for them to see that I was in the room as well.