"You have no idea what you do to me." He snarls as his skilled hands keep her arms pinned over her head
"Really? Because I'm pretty sure all I do is piss you off!" She snaps, desperately trying to get out of his firm hold on her.
As a response he gr...
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𝐋𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐳𝐨 𖤓𖤓𖤓
The car comes to a stop outside of their house, the lights dimming when I turn off the car. They're only here for another few days before returning back to Greece, so today's my only shot at this.
I grab the files I brought and get out of the car, hearing how with a beep it locks behind me.
I step up onto the porch, taking out the keys I forced one of the guards they have here to give me. It wasn't difficult, they know who I am.
Knowing he'll be in the office already, I quietly make my way to it. All I have to do is get this over with, then everything will go back to the way it was.
I open the office door, my eyes directly landing onto him looking well put together as always, his hair gelled back, new fancy suit and a cup of black coffee in his hand.
He looks up from his laptop, his eyes widening when they set on me. "Lorenzo. What can I do for you?"
"I'm glad you asked, it'll make it easier for you to take in when I tell you how you're going to lift the marriage rule." I skip straight to the point, no point in waiting when it comes to him.
"You've had plenty of time to find a viable wife, there should be no reason for you to need any more."
I furrow my eyebrows. "The other rule."
He snaps his attention back to me, a serious look on his face. "Don't be ridiculous"
"It's been done before hasn't it?" I take a step closer, gripping onto the piece of paper in my hand.
"Lorenzo" He warns.
I slam the paper onto the desk infront of him, but he barely looks at it. He knows what it is, he knows that he's lost this fight.
𖤓𖤓𖤓
I leave my own office a couple hours later, the marriage cancelled and the rule removed.
I check the time, 13:24. She should be awake by now, either baking something out of confusion or watching a movie with half of my fridge in her lap.
The drive back home is short, it only takes 20 minutes before I'm reaching for my keys to open the front door.
My gaze drifts to the chef in the kitchen starting breakfast then moves away as I make my way up the stairs and into my room.
Slowly, I open the door, pushing it all the way when I see her asleep, my future wife, asleep.
I close it behind me before walking up to her, my hand rising to caress the side of her face. She's just sleeping in my bed, yet I can't take my eyes off of her.
She's been sleeping for several hours. However I don't wake her up, she's probably been struggling to sleep for days.
Quietly, I walk into the bathroom to shower, making sure to try and make as little noise as possible to prevent her from waking up.
