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34 || BARGAINING

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR | BARGAINING
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Natalia buried her face into her hands as Lorenzo dragged her wheelchair closer to what she assumed was his private jet. "Did I have to use a wheelchair?"

Lorenzo glared at her for the third time that day. He'd already answered that question. Doctor's orders. Her ankle was fractured and she couldn't walk on it. Her arm was broken and she couldn't put pressure on it. So a wheelchair it was.

It wasn't a matter of choice. She just had to deal with it.

Besides, he liked the idea of her being completely dependent on him.

"Where's your friend?"

"Inside."

"But I thought he wanted to visit Colombia."

Scoffing, he shook his head. "Me," Lorenzo corrected. Niccolò didn't care for Colombia just like Lorenzo didn't care for New York. Alas, the woman in front of him cared a whole lot. Much to his annoyance.

Natalia pursed her lips. "So he's going to see me like this? My hair's a mess, Lorenzo."

He turned her chair around and glared at her. Why the fuck did she want to look good for Niccolò?

Rolling her eyes, she let her fingers hook through the loops of his slacks and drag him closer. "I literally look like I've been beaten up."

He stared at her in confusion. "You have."

Her nose flared with frustration and instead of giving him another minute of her attention, she took the wheels of her wheelchair and moved away from him. It wasn't long before he slapped her fingers away, however, and started taking her to the flight himself.

"It's a pretty plane."

The plane suddenly felt colder.

"Not as pretty as your planes probably are."

All the coldness was sucked out of the room as Lorenzo carefully tilted her head back and smiled, his warm eyes meeting her starry blue ones. "I do have a few," he admitted.

"How many?"

"Three."

"And how many do you actually use?"

He shrugged. "One."

"So wasteful."

He had to stifle his laughter. "How so?"

"It's a waste of money and materials."

"Do you want one?"

She blinked. "Want one of your planes?"

He nodded.

"No."

Natalia watched as his eyebrows kissed each other. "Why?"

"Why would I need one?"

He stared at her as if that was the stupidest answer she could've given him and she stared at him as if that was the most absurd question she'd ever been asked. Where would she store the plane? When would she even use it?