Page 14 of Daring Enzo

I fluff the pillow underneath my head and position my head under my arms to give me a straight view of the bathroom. Will she be naked when she comes out? The thought causes a stirring in my cock, and I grin once again. I suppose it doesn’t matter. Peeling whatever she has on off her body will be equally exciting.

With a groan, I sat up in bed when she didn’t return; the bed dipping where I sat. I run my hands down my face. I’m completely rested than I’ve been in a very long time. A yawn escapes me as I stand and stretch before padding barefoot to the bathroom.

I push the door open, never minding about privacy. We’d seen all there was to see about each other and explored each other’s bodies the night before. I grin as thoughts of her naked body moving in sync with mine fill my head. It was a glorious night indeed.

My lips pull down in a frown when I don’t hear flowing water or see her in the bathroom. Where could she have gone? I will myself relax as I realize she could’ve gone to check on her friends. They’d need someone to check up on them seeing how piss drunk they were last night. Stepping underneath the shower, I allow the warm water to cascade over my skin before switching it back to cool water.

I towel myself dry and return to the bedroom to wait for her, knowing she’ll be back from checking on her friends soon enough. My eyes drift to the time on my phone. It’s been almost an hour since I woke up. She should’ve been back by now. I wrap a robe around myself and head for the door. My fingers graze the handle of the door just as something catches my eye. I frown as I pick up the dollar bills, my mind refusing to accept what I’m seeing in front of me and what could it mean.

I looked around the room, and for the first time, I realized all traces of her were gone. Not there was much to begin with.

She used me.

Perhaps I should feel hypocritical, considering a lot of girls have gone in and out of my life, but I don’t. My shock quickly gave way to anger at the ridiculousness of everything, especially the money she had left on the bedside table for me.

I scoff as I plop down on my couch. It’s been over an hour since I left the hotel and I still couldn’t get rid of the anger from her actions. There is another emotion I’m fighting not to feel because it would mean I’m even more pathetic.

Hurt. I’m so fucking hurt. Last night had been special. At least for me… It wasn’t just the sex either, although had been top-tier. I’ve never connected with anyone like that before. I was going to ask her to date me after we messed around a little more.

I’m not the type to beat around the bush. I always know after the first fuck if the girl would be my woman or not. When I find someone I want, I usually ask the very next day. I don’t do talking stage bullshit. It’s either she’s mine, or I have to convince her to be mine.

Blondie is mine. Her sharp eyes, her witty tongue, and her glorious body. I want all of it.

I will find her and make her mine. One does not just form a bond with Lorenzo Lombardi and disappear. I always follow through.

I pick up my phone, scrolling until I reach Alessia’s number. I press the call button and wait as it rings. I know she’s on her honeymoon with Michael and perhaps this is the worst time to be calling her, but I can’t wait weeks to call her or hope to walk on her friend randomly, especially since I know absolutely nothing about her.

“Hello?” Alessia’s confused voice speaks from the other end. “Someone had better be dying, Enzo. I’m on my honeymoon. Don’t you know not to disturb the couple?”

I smile sheepishly, even though she can’t see me. “Not exactly a matter of life or death, but it’s just as important.”

“Well, hurry it up then.” I hear the amusement in her voice mixed with a sense of urgency like I interrupted something. I shiver. I don’t want to know what’s happening there.

“Your friends,” I begin, pausing to find a way to phrase what I want to say. “I never got to know their names since Dad called you away. What’s the name of the blonde one?”

“Kelly, why?” she asks. Her voice is filled with curiosity, which is understandable.

I sigh and rub my thumb between my brows. “I think your friend believes she’s a comedian. There was a mix-up with the rooms, and we ended up sharing a room since your other friends were passed out drunk and she couldn’t go to theirs… that’s beside the point. The point is, we shared a room and things might have escalated.”

Alessia gasps and laughs. “No way.”

I roll my eyes at her dramatic tone just as Michael’s voice sounds in the background. “What is it?”

I roll my eyes again. Leave it to him to be nosy.

“I think Enzo slept with Kelly,” she tells him. I hear his laughter, and it grates on my nerves.

Today was turning out to be a very annoying day. I had woken up with a simple plan in mind: wake up beside a lovely woman and have mind-blowing sex with her. Now I have to discuss my affairs with my sister and best friend on their honeymoon.

“So, her name’s Kelly, huh?” I ask. That’s one piece of information I’ve managed to get now.

“Yeah, Kelly Jones.”

“Where would she have gone?” I wonder. “She left before I woke up.”

I leave out the fact she also left dollar bills by my bedside table like I was paid service. It’s already embarrassing enough to have Michael laugh and let them know she left me. I don’t need any more bruises on my ego.

“Wow, it seems the girls in this friend group are very fond of abandoning men after a night of pleasure,” Michael states.

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