Daddy |18+

Isabella: Declined and Suprised

I decided not do go to the party, as much as I love parties, they are not right without drinking and of course Lorenzo doesn't know anything about that, I mean the part where I didn't go to the party.

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The soft glow of evening had begun to filter through the windows as I stirred awake, the remnants of sleep clinging to my senses like a veil.

With a slight groan, I stretched, feeling the lethargy of my impromptu nap settle over me. Glancing at the clock, I realized with a start that it was already 6 pm—Lorenzo should have been home by now.

The enticing aroma of Italian spices and cooking wafted through the mansion, drawing me out of bed with a renewed sense of energy.

I followed the scent to the kitchen, where Lorenzo stood at the stove, a culinary maestro in his element. My stomach rumbled in anticipation as I watched him chop vegetables with practiced precision, the rhythm of his movements mesmerizing.

With a mischievous grin, I crept up behind him, my hands moving to wrap around his waist in a playful embrace. But before I could utter a word, he startled, his body tensing as he whirled around, pushing me roughly against the kitchen counter with a firm grip around my throat.

For a moment, panic surged within me, my breath catching in my throat as I met his intense gaze. "C-chill, daddy, it's m-me," I managed to choke out, the words coming out in a strained whisper as his grip loosened but remained firm.

Lorenzo's features softened slightly at the sound of my voice, his hand still lingering against my throat with a possessive touch. "Next time, don't do anything stupid like that again, Tesoro," he warned, his voice tinged with a hint of admonition.
(Sweetheart)

I nodded in understanding, a shiver of anticipation coursing through me at the commanding tone in his voice. "Yes," I replied, my voice barely above a murmur.

"Yes what?" Lorenzo pressed, his gaze piercing into mine with unwavering intensity.

"Yes, daddy," I acquiesced, knowing that it was what he wanted to hear.

A satisfied smirk tugged at the corners of his lips at my response, his hand finally releasing its hold on my throat as he leaned in to press a tender kiss to my lips. "Good girl," he murmured against my skin before pulling away, his attention returning to the stove. "Go sit, dinner is soon ready," he instructed, his tone gentle yet firm.

With a fluttering heart and a smile playing on my lips, I obeyed, settling into a chair at the kitchen table as Lorenzo continued to work his culinary magic.

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Sorry, I was too lazy to write how they eat, but I am trying make next chapters more interesting