16. Lorenzo
“Are you jealous of someone who told you exactly what she means to me, little one?” My voice dripped with amusement, watching her reaction closely.
I couldn't believe that Athena would get jealous over me. It was cute watching her.
Her eyes flickered, the blush on her cheeks deepening as she struggled for words. I wasn’t annoyed by her jealousy—if anything, I revelled in it. It was endearing, and I loved how she wasn’t even aware of it.
“I-I’m not…”
“Mrs. Massimo,” I interrupted, my tone teasing.
She blinked rapidly, her gaze drawn to mine as if she was unsure of what to say. Maybe it was confusion. Her husband, Javier, and I—Lorenzo Massimo—were both entangled in her mind.
“Lorenzo Massimo, to be specific.” The words slipped smoothly as she averted her gaze, licking he
