**Lorenzo's POV**
After dressing and telling Phoebe that I had to handle a problem, I took long strides down the stairs and down the halls towards my office. I had so much going on today and I did not want to deal with this right now. Why couldn't I just enjoy my morning with my fiancé?
I swung the door open and then slammed it shut, making my way to my chair without sparing my unwelcome visitor a glance. "What the f**k do you want?" I didn't even look their way, instead I swiveled my chair to the side so I could look out the window. "Be quick about it, I have company coming."
"Her family. I heard." She sat down in the visitor's chair and crossed her legs. "What are you doing, son? You're really going to throw all of this away for a little girl?"
What was it about Phoebe that my moth
