He watched her for several minutes as she quietly lay there on his bed like a puppy that had been kicked. She refused to look at him and kept her eyes closed. He could see the effort she put to keep her face neutral and it irritated him.
“Have it your way,” he muttered in a low voice and walked into the ensuite bathroom and closed the door, shutting himself in privacy and also giving her time to think alone.
Even though he had not slept the whole night, much to his displeasure, Lorenzo could not return to bed and catch some much needed shut eye. He had an empire to run and it needed his attention.
Grudgingly, he shed the sweat pants and t-shirt he had been wearing and stepped into the shower unit.
His thoughts wandered back to the woman on his bed. He knew she owed him no explanati
