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Maximo- Well, for starters, I'd kiss you deeply. I know how much you like that...

His message trails off, leaving me eager for more. I smile as I see the typing bubble pop up.

But I gasp in horror as my phone is ripped out of my hands. The first thing I see when I turn is Leo’s angry eyes glaring down at me. My breath hitches in my throat as he corners me into the counter, his eyes scanning the screen of my phone.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here?”

Chapter Fourteen

Leonardo

An almost eerie silence falls upon the room as Lorena glares at me, fuming. If looks could kill, I'd be six feet under. But I refuse to be swayed by her glare; instead, my focus remains locked on the damning messages displayed on her phone screen.

My blood boils with rage as I sift through the texts, confirming my suspicions—they've definitely had sex before. I’ve never been concerned about the men my flings have been with in the past, but something about Lorena being with other men makes me want to hunt each of them down and kill them.

I should have just minded my business. I should have continued my journey to the dining room where my lunch is currently waiting for me. But no, I couldn't resist the temptation to investigate what had caused that infuriating smile on Lorena's face.

After my associates left, I heaved a sigh of relief, grateful that the meeting had been successful. I hadn’t eaten anything the whole day, so I was hungry. As I walked towards the dining room, the aroma of whatever Lorena had prepared still lingered in the air. My stomach growled, but before I could make my way to the dining room, I spotted Lorena. My fists clenched on impulse as I drank in the smile on her face.

She looked absolutely stunning in just a t-shirt and pair of jeans that hugged her ass tightly. Since we’re on a trip, I gave herthe liberty of not wearing a uniform. That was definitely a bad decision, a mistake I now painfully regret.

Her hair is pulled up in a ponytail, with a few strands escaping the ponytail to frame her face. Her cheeks were red when I spotted her, and that is the moment when I realized that she was biting her lip and reading something on her phone. She was so engrossed that she didn’t even realize I’d stepped into the kitchen and was standing behind her.

“This is the same person you were talking to that night,” I say, unable to hide the edge in my voice.

It's not a question; she knows exactly which night I'm referring to—the night I dreamt of her.

Lorena visibly swallows, as though she’s also aware of the dream I had of her, before she straightens her spine to pin me with a hard look.

“You know, it's pretty rude to snatch people's personal stuff like that,” she snaps, her tone sharp as glass.

I resist the urge to roll my eyes. Instead, I take a step closer, my gaze locked on hers.

“And what do you call this?” I ask, shaking the phone above her head. “You could be fired for this singular act. Using your phone on the job is a no-no, let alone for sexting.”

She visibly flushes, and for a moment, I'm torn between admiring how stunning she looks when flustered or finding more ways to provoke that reaction.

“You weren’t supposed to see that,” she says, clearing her throat.

“Well, the cat's out of the bag now.” I ignore the way her words make me feel. I press on, “Why are you using such a shitty phone anyway?”

“Not that it is any of your concern, but I have a better one I use for my content. I just don't carry it everywhere for personal reasons,” she replies defensively.

“Or maybe you just can't afford an upgrade,” I suggest with a smirk, knowing it'll hit a nerve. It seems like someone doesn’t take kindly to being broke shamed.

Her reply is sharp, her eyes blazing.“And why should you care? Planning to buy me a new one?”

“Would it keep you from chatting up bums like this?” I shake the phone again, tempted to toss it against the wall just to see her reaction, but I decide to play it cool.

“I'll talk to whoever I damn well please,” she bares a set of white teeth in a plastic smile. “And don't bother offering. I wouldn't take a gift from you if you begged me.”

I can't help but smirk as she reaches for the phone. It’s humorous that she even attempted to do that. I’m taller than her by a reasonable number of inches, and also very much stronger.

In a deep drawl, I ask. “Who is he?”

“No one you need to know.”

“Ah, so you're keeping him a secret? Did he tell you to do that? Is he keeping you a secret too?” I taunt.

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