His Deadly Obsession

Chapter 25

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Samarya

"Stop daydreaming and get up. We are late for the training."

Lorenzo called me out from the bedroom door and I wiped up the tears that were falling from my eyes. Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath to hide any remnants of my earlier crying session. I could feel the afternoon ray of light hitting my face since I was standing in front of it.

I turned to face Lorenzo, forcing a smile to mask my emotions. "Let's go. I am so excited." My cheerful voice was a contrast of the emotional turmoil and homesickness I was feeling.

Without waiting for him, I started walking out of the door. I had just taken a few steps from the door when I felt a tugging on my wrist. I turned back to see Lorenzo holding my hand. He softly pulled me towards him and I let him.

"What's the matter?" His tone was soft and gentle, which shocked me to the core since I had never heard him talk like this. Was I starting to hallucinate as well?

"Samarya." I felt his palm on my face.

I blinked, trying to process the warmth of his hand against my cheek. "I'm fine," I insisted, though my voice wavered slightly.

Lorenzo studied me, his brows furrowing. "You don't have to pretend with me. I can tell something's bothering you."

The sincerity in his eyes made my heart race. Part of me wanted to spill everything—the ache of missing home, the loneliness that crept in during quiet moments—but another part screamed to keep it all buried.

"Really, it's nothing," I said, pulling away from his touch, forcing a smile that felt more like a grimace. "Let's just get to training."

"Screw the training!" He exclaimed. "Now tell me, what happened?"

"Nothing, Lorenzo. Let's go." I tried to push him away.

Lorenzo's hand tightened around my wrist, his dark eyes searching mine with a fierce intensity. I tried to look away, feeling a mix of frustration and something else that was harder to define, but he didn't let me. Instead, he softened his grip, and in a voice that held a rare gentleness, he said, "Samarya, I don't care if you're trying to hide it. I will find out what's wrong. So save us both the time and just tell me."

I swallowed, unsure if I wanted to laugh or cry at his persistence. I wanted to tell him to let it go, but there was a part of me that wanted, maybe even needed, someone to listen. His gaze softened as he studied my silence, almost as if he knew there was something weighing on me that I couldn't bear to share.

Finally, I managed to say, "I miss my family, Lorenzo. It just... it gets hard sometimes." The words tumbled out before I could stop them, but once they did, I felt lighter, as if the weight of my homesickness had lessened, if only slightly.

A look I couldn't quite place crossed his face, and he nodded, as though understanding more than he let on.

Without another word, Lorenzo slid his hand down from my wrist, intertwining his fingers with mine shocking me. I glanced between our intertwined fingers and his blank face not believing my eyes.

His hand was warm, grounding me in a way I didn't expect. I looked up at him, searching his face for a clue, a reason behind this uncharacteristic tenderness. He wasn't smiling, but there was a softness in his eyes, an intensity that held me in place.

Without a word, Lorenzo turned, still holding my hand as he began leading me down the hallway. The silence between us was thick, almost charged, but I didn't pull away. I found myself curious, trusting him even though he was usually so cold, so closed off.

After a few moments, I finally asked, "Where are we going?"

However, he said nothing and led me towards the garage where he had parked his car.

Lorenzo opened the passenger door, guiding me inside with a silent but steady hand. He closed the door behind me, then walked around to the driver's side and climbed in, his movements calculated, almost methodical. I watched him, a strange mixture of apprehension and curiosity tightening in my chest.

He started the car, the engine purring to life.

"Are you planning to kidnap and kill me?" I narrowed my eyes at him even though I knew that was not the case. I had known this man enough to know me that he would never kill me.

Lorenzo's eyes held mine for a moment longer, the intensity unwavering. Then he turned back to the road, his silence louder than any words. I wanted to press him, to demand answers, but something in his demeanor told me to hold back.

As we drove, the scenery changed from urban chaos to sprawling greenery, the air thickening with a sense of anticipation. The car's engine hummed softly, filling the space between us as I stole glances at him, searching for any sign of what he was thinking.

Finally, we pulled up to a grand estate, its modern facade contrasting sharply with the surrounding nature and I immediately recognized the place. This was his parents' house.

A warm feeling seeped inside me as he realized why he had brought me here. I looked at the man beside me in a new light, my heart fluttering with a gratitude. Suddenly, I got reminded of the time we had spent in the kitchen in Seattle.

He leaned towards me strapped me of the seatbelt and I took this moment to observe his face.

His features were sharper up close, the angles of his jaw and the way his hair fell slightly over his forehead adding to an intensity that was both intimidating and magnetic. I could see the flicker of something behind his eyes—maybe vulnerability or just an unspoken connection that had been brewing between us.

My heart raced as I leaned closer to Lorenzo, the space between us crackling with an electric energy. Everything outside the car blurred, leaving just the two of us suspended in this moment. I could feel his warmth, an intensity that both scared and thrilled me.

Before I could fully process my impulse, I pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. It was soft and fleeting, a whisper of connection, but it sent a rush of warmth through me. Then, feeling suddenly shy, I pulled back, my cheeks burning with embarrassment and exhilaration.

"Thank you for bringing me here," I blurted out, my voice breathless. I pushed the door open and hurried out of the car, my heart still pounding.

As I stepped onto the driveway, I glanced back at Lorenzo, who sat frozen for a moment, surprise etched across his face. Our eyes locked, and I felt a flicker of something deeper, something unspoken.

Without waiting for him to respond, I turned and made my way toward the grand entrance of the estate, the beautiful surroundings providing a much-needed distraction. The lush greenery around the house momentarily eased the ache of homesickness I'd been feeling.

But the look on Lorenzo's face lingered in my mind—a mix of shock and somethingelse that made my heart flutter.