𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄|| 18+ ✔️

33

L O R E N Z O

The next morning, I awoke to the soft glow of sunlight filtering through the curtains, signaling the start of a new day. After getting ready, I made my way downstairs, where the mansion's grandeur echoed in every corner. As I descended the staircase, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the air.

Upon reaching the living area, I was greeted by the sight of Azzurra reclining on a plush massage chair, her eyes closed in bliss. The skilled hands of the masseuse worked diligently, ensuring every knot and tension in her muscles was expertly eased.

I couldn't help but smirk, taking in the luxurious scene before me. Mason, my trusted right-hand man, observed the situation with a raised eyebrow. "Aren't you going a bit overboard, boss?" he remarked, his tone a blend of amusement and skepticism.

I leaned against the doorway, my gaze lingering on Azzurra. "She seems to enjoy it," I replied, my voice a low murmur. "Besides, indulgence suits her."

Mason chuckled, a knowing glint in his eyes. "Spoiling her like she's the queen, huh?"

I nodded, my demeanor unapologetically assertive. "She deserves nothing but the best. It's a small price to pay."

As the day unfolded, Azzurra's penchant for indulgence became more evident. During breakfast, the dining table was adorned with an array of dishes, each carefully prepared to cater to her varied cravings. Azzurra, seemingly insatiable, had already requested multiple servings, savoring the flavors with a satisfied grin.

Mason, ever observant, leaned in to comment discreetly. "She's eating like she's storing up for a famine, boss."

I smirked, recognizing Azzurra's spirited appetite. "She has a way of making every meal an event."

The day continued with various luxurious amenities at her disposal. Spa treatments, shopping sprees, and even a personal chef preparing her favorite dishes on demand – I ensured Azzurra's desires were not just met but exceeded.

Later, in the evening, as we sat in the opulent dining room, Azzurra's laughter echoed, filling the space with an undeniable vibrancy. The room seemed to glow in response to her presence, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction in providing her with a lifestyle that matched her unique taste.

Mason, ever the pragmatist, couldn't resist a quip. "You're spoiling her rotten, boss. She might get used to this."

I glanced at him, my expression unwavering. "A woman like her deserves to be spoiled. And she won't just get used to it; she'll come to expect it."

As the night progressed, Azzurra's radiant smile spoke volumes. In the sanctuary of our world, where luxury and indulgence were customary, she thrived. The evening concluded with a stroll through the mansion's gardens, where Azzurra reveled in the tranquility, her presence a captivating force.

As we retreated to the privacy of our quarters, I couldn't shake the satisfaction that lingered within. Spoiling Azzurra wasn't just a gesture; it was a declaration. A declaration that in my world, she reigned supreme, a queen surrounded by opulence, and I, the relentless king, determined to provide her with everything she desired.

As we prepared to witness the miracle of life unfold before us, anticipation coursed through our veins. Azzurra, radiant as ever, settled onto the examination table, her eyes sparkling with excitement. The doctor applied the gel to her belly, preparing for the ultrasound that would reveal our baby's first glimpse.