TW: SEXUAL ASSAULT HISTORY
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TW: TALKS ABOUT PREVIOUS ATTEMPT OF SUICIDE
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Lorenzo begins to intertwine our fingers together, as we walk through the empty roads of downtown.
"You're okay with this. Right?" Lorenzo says.
"With what?" I question.
"Us." He says stopping his tracks.
"Enzo. Of course, I am." I say.
Lorenzo lifts my hand up and kisses the back of my hand. "The ring looks gorgeous." He mutters.
"Why did you keep it?" I ask him.
"I mean you did say give it to my next girlfriend, and well you are?" Lorenzo says.
Oh yeah-
I smile at that memory. Lorenzo grabs his phone from his pocket and takes a look at the message. "Fuck." He mutters.
"What's wrong?" I ask.
"I have to go back to the office. Someone fucked some shit up." He scoffs. "Should I drop you off at home?" Lorenzo asks me.
I shake my head. "Can I tag along?" I ask.
Lorenzo smirks a little. "Sure." We walk back to Lorenzo's car and he drives fast to his office building. "You can wait in my office." He tells me as he hands me his keys.
"You're trusting me with your office keys?" I say. Lorenzo looks around and quickly pecks my lips.
"You're my girlfriend after all." He whispers.
He winks at me and turns around walking away. We're currently keeping this relationship a little down low.
Meaning not telling anyone.
I decided that.
I don't want anyone to know, you know? And Lorenzo was completely supportive on that idea.
I walk over to Lorenzo's office and unlock it with his keys. I shut the door behind me and immediately head over to his office chair.
Because why not? I kind of just scrolled through TikTok until Lorenzo came in about an hour and a half later. "About time." I mumble.
"Sorry Mi Amor. People just are full of shit." He rolls his eyes. I laugh a little. Lorenzo removes his coat and just throws it onto the couch.
He rolls up his sleeves before plopping himself on his couch. "You can talk to me." I say, getting up from his chair.
"I know I can. It's just- there's nothing really." He mutters. I sit next to him on the couch. He gently grabs my arm and pulls me in. "You're amazing." He whispers.
"Thank you." I whisper back.
"Would you like to go home?" He asks.
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RomanceMafia • Amora Dior is an 18 year old who was sent to a boarding school for 'bad kids' for something she was never to blame for. She has lost all hope in life, and her parents give zero shit about her. What happens when she meets Lorenzo Romano, an...
