Page 14 of Lorenzo's Claim

“Business comes first, Mr. Marshall, so if you can manage to keep your cock in your pants for another hour, that would be appreciated.” As I slid into the booth, he shifted uncomfortably across the table, his eyes darting away from mine. His throat bobbed with a tense swallow, and a faint flush crept up his neck, betraying the embarrassment that lingered from his recent behaviour.

“Of course, it won’t happen again,” he assured me.

“Too right, it won’t.” I tensed my jaw as I cracked my neck. “I don’t take kindly to being fucked around, so can I count on you to not fuck it up?”

“You can, you have my word.” He held out his hand, securing his word with a handshake, but only time would tell how genuine he truly was.

“Okay, let’s begin.” I smiled, sliding him a glass of whiskey.

We spent the next hour meticulously dissecting every last detail of our partnership, leaving no stone unturned, as we discussed the intricacies of what it would entail. We delved into the nuances of each party's share, ensuring clarity and fairness in the distribution of profits. The moment he grasped the full extent of the money he stood to gain from each transaction, his eyes lit up like a damn Christmas tree.

“So, by the look on your face, I take it we have ourselves a deal?” I asked, crossing my ankle across my thigh, awaiting his response.

“Indeed, we do, Lorenzo.” He clapped his hands together with delight before downing his shot of premium whiskey.

“Perfect, just as expected. Now, you’ll be dealing with Red regarding the contract.” I gave Red a quick curt nod as he set the contract down in front of Rox with a pen.

“I’m sorry, a contract?” Rox cleared his throat, taken aback at the fact I was asking him to sign on the dotted line. He could barely hide the astonishment in his voice.

“Unfortunately, some can’t be trusted with cuts and such.” I said as he arched his brow as if to question me. “I’m sure you understand, don’t you?” I narrowed my eyes as he nodded rapidly. “Red, I’m leaving you to get this sorted and squared away.”

“Of course, Boss.” He explained the contract to Rox, who listened carefully to every detail before enthusiastically signing his name in permanent ink.

But we all knew that all it took was one slip up for Rox to end up like the others.

“Now that that’s done, how about we enjoy a drink to toast what will hopefully be a long and respected partnership?” I asked once all the t’s were crossed and i’s were dotted.

His eyes sparkled with enthusiasm as he leaned back in his chair, a wide grin spreading across his face. "I think a drink sounds like the perfect way to solidify our partnership," he declared, his voice filled with a warmth that matched the atmosphere of the dimly lit area around us.

As we enjoyed the first round of drinks, Red caught the eye of a violet-haired girl practically wearing next to nothing. He wriggled his brows at me. I chuckled before giving him the go ahead to do whatever it was he planned on doing tonight.

“I must say, your men have exquisite taste.” Rox smacked his lips as he poured himself another whiskey.

“That’s questionable at times.” I laughed as I checked my phone, seeing if there was an update on my wife, who I expected had either trashed her room in anger at being married to me or had already fallen asleep whilst cursing my name.

“I’ll tell you what isn’t questionable,” Rox responded, his focus clearly drawn elsewhere.

“Enlighten me.” I glanced up at him briefly, waiting to see what had captivated him.

“That gorgeous blonde over there. The one with the incredible legs. I wouldn’t mind having them thrown over my shoulders, if you know what I mean?” His tongue darted out, wetting his lower lip.

I followed his gaze and realised the woman he was salivating over was none other than my woman!My wife!

He continued to run his mouth, making his interest in Anastacia known as she gracefully swayed her petite hips in time with the pulsating music. She was an electrifying presence, a fiery force of nature that was almost impossible to contain. I studied every inch of her. Starting from those fuck-me heels to the hem of her figure-hugging dress, the one that just barely covered her perfect ass.

Her hair was slicked back in a ponytail that highlighted her flawless features. Then, there were her lips. Painted a deep cherry red, they made my cock twitch as the thought of having them wrapped around me became all too much.

I continued to watch her as I blocked Rox out. She dismissed any man that came near her, too focused on dancing with her two female friends.Good girl.I could tell just by looking at them that they’d been friends since diapers or close enough.

Rox stood, ready to excuse himself so he could make a move on my wife.

“Am I keeping you, Rox?” I asked, narrowing my eyes at him.

“Actually, I’m going to see if she’d be up for a good time.”She would be but not with you, you deluded prick.

“I suggest you sit your ass back down and keep those filthy hands to yourself unless you want to lose them,” I snapped, slamming my glass on the table.

I watched as his face fell, completely unaware of what he did wrong as he lowered himself back onto his seat.

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