Aubrey
I was facing the window, but I could feel Lorenzo’s gaze on me.
“How was your night?” I asked as he closed the door and I could hear the lock before he walked towards my loveseat.
“Come on over,” he said, and I didn’t hesitate. I sat next to him, but my eyes were looking down. He lifted my chin and forced me to look at him straight into his eyes.
“It was hard. First, one of the dancers tried to steal from me and then my father shows up and talks about you as if you were just a doll to play with. As if he wanted to touch you and do things to you. It just angered me,” he said and I tensed.
I wasn’t sure how to tell him, but I had to. There couldn’t be any secrets from Lorenzo, and I didn’t want him thinking I was a liar.
“What’s going on? You seem tense,”
