After 30 minutes, the door slammed open with a force that echoed through the small apartment, startling me out of the fictional world I had been lost in.
Lorenzo stood in the doorway, his chest heaving, his eyes burning with a mix of concern and anger. He had always been quick to emotion, but this was something else, something more intense.
"Before you say anything or yell at me, I am perfectly fine," I said quickly, trying to defuse the tension before it escalated further. But my words seemed only to stoke the fire already burning in his eyes.
The distance between us felt charged, heavy with unsaid words and unshared fears.
"What the hell do you think you are doing! First, you ignore me, then you don't tell me what actually happened. I was worried sick; I even canceled my damn important meeting because of that." Lorenzo's voice filled the room, loud and rough around the edges. I rolled my eyes, an automatic response born of frustration and a defense mechanism I hadn’t yet managed to shake.
"Lorenzo, I appreciate that you’re worried, but I needed some space—to think, to process everything on my own. I wasn’t ready to talk about it," I replied, my voice steady despite the quickening of my pulse. I paused, watching him carefully, noting the way his shoulders seemed to slump slightly, as if my response had let some of the air out of his anger.
"Isabella, when something happens, you can’t just shut me out. I’m here to help you, not to be kept in the dark. How can I support you if you don’t let me in?" His voice had softened, but the hurt was palpable, cutting through the previous harshness.
I sighed, the weight of his words sinking in. He was right; in my attempt to shield myself, I had inadvertently pushed him away, leaving him to imagine the worst without any reassurance. "You’re right, I’m sorry. It’s just—Ethan showed up today, out of the blue. He... he proposed, and then things escalated quickly. He got violent when I rejected him, and I had to defend myself."
Lorenzo’s expression shifted from anger to shock, then to concern. "Ethan? That ex of yours? He hurt you?" He moved closer, his earlier anger replaced with a protective urgency. I nodded, unable to meet his gaze, feeling a mix of shame and relief as I finally shared the burden of my afternoon.
Lorenzo reached out, his hand gently lifting my chin so I was looking into his eyes. "Why didn’t you call me right away? You shouldn’t have had to deal with that alone."
"I know, I just... I needed to feel in control for a little while," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. The room felt smaller, the earlier distance between us now closed as he pulled me into an embrace.
Well, at least no spanking today, right? I think that I didn't broke any rules? Ughh, why is it so hard with his man?
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Daddy |18+
RomanceDaddy has always been caring and everything, being gentleman, but it all breaks and disappears, when I break the rule or when we have fun. --- But little one doesn't know yet, that her Daddy is a mafia boss, most dangerous one. Daddy's Little One ha...
