𝐋𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝚩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐭 | 18+

22 || CONFRONTATION

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO | CONFRONTATION
𓆩❤︎𓆪𓆩❤︎𓆪𓆩❤︎𓆪

Pepe furrowed his eyebrows upon seeing Natalia walk funnily down the stairs. "What happened to your legs?" She was completely fine a few hours ago.

Flushing brightly, she glared at him. "Nothing happened," she snapped.

"Relax. I was just asking."

She grumbled something under her breath.

"Anyway, do you know where Lorenzo is?"

She was tempted to snap and pettily say 'Do I look like I have a tracker on him?' like he'd said to her. Alas, she didn't. "Office probably. Why do you ask?"

He'd already checked the office. "There's an upcoming event that I need to hear about."

"The one with his ex?"

"Yes, the one with his ex- How do you know that?"

"He told me."

"He told you? As in with words?"

Natalia rolled her eyes. "Yes with words."

Just as Pepe was about to say something, he got distracted. Noticing this, Natalia turned to the cause of his distraction and found Lorenzo hovering over her.

"Jesus Christ. Some personal space would be nice, please."

Lorenzo acted as though he did not understand a single word of English as he pulled her closer and pressed a kiss against her neck. Personal space? What's that?

Natalia rolled her eyes as though she wasn't grinning widely at the larger man's attention, ignoring Pepe as he crossed his arms as if to say 'not in a relationship my ass'. "Well, he's here so what did you want to ask about that event?"

Pepe hesitated but upon seeing Lorenzo's curious stare, he decided to spill. "Since you can't go alone, I wanted to ask if I should give one of the many eligible heirs a call. They all seem to have been pinning for your attention so it'll probably be easy to get someone to agree."

Heirs? Natalia furrowed her eyebrows. For some reason, she didn't like that thought very much – the thought of another woman on his arm, smiling at her like he smiled at her, holding her like he held her, kissing her like Lorenzo kissed Natalia. Natalia frowned in distaste at the mental image.

Lorenzo said nothing. He simply shrugged. It wasn't like he'd be alone at the event. Pepe and Josephine would come. And so would Stefano but unlike Lorenzo, his young cousin wasn't expected to be in a relationship. Stefano was only twenty-four years old whereas Lorenzo's thirty-second birthday was coming soon.

"Alejandro won't be happy."

But Alejandro also wouldn't be there so Lorenzo couldn't care less.

"I really think you should rethink this. I've even conjured up a list of names of women whose presence you might actually stand. Maybe even date-"

"I'll be going with him."

Lorenzo stilled. When the fuck did they decide that?

Pepe's eyebrows furrowed. "But-"

"Dejar." Leave.

A looming sense of danger fell upon everyone, causing everyone but the oblivious Natalia to run away. Instead, the girl simply furrowed her eyebrows and spun on her heel to face the ever-so-serious-looking man. He didn't seem particularly mad to her.

"Can I not?"

She couldn't. She shouldn't. Not if he were to keep her safe. Going out with her to the event would complicate matters. Matters that even she couldn't fathom the dangers of. Yet, Lorenzo couldn't help himself but to gently cup her cheek and softly run his thumb along the height of her cheek. "If you want."