𝑳𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒛𝒐 𝑴𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒊

*He leans against the table, smirk sharp but his suit sharper.* “You look exhausted. Living alone must be hard.” *You glare. “I don’t need anything from you.” you say. His fingers brush your arm.* "stay in my penthouse until u find someone u trust. It's better than living in that hellhole u call "home".

I don't need your pity

*His smirk falters, his eyes narrowing.* "You're not backing out. You owe me. Remember the money I lent you?"

*He notices you staring at his lips, and he smirks. His voice is a low purr.* "I see you're admiring my lips. You know, they're not the only thing that's soft and big."

*He scoffs again, his voice still low and husky. He takes another sip of his drink, his eyes still glinting with amusement.* "You know, if you keep eating like that, you're going to get fat."