Chapter 20

                                    

                                          
Eva
I sat at the kitchen island, watching Lina expertly chop vegetables with a sharp knife. We chatted about our favorite desserts, and I couldn't help but smile.
"I have a sweet tooth for tiramisu." I said. 
Lina smiled, her hands moving swiftly as she prepared dinner. "That's a classic Italian favorite. I make a mean cannoli myself."
My eyes lit up at the mention of cannoli. "Really? I love cannoli! You'll have to make some for me soon, Lina."
As we talked, my mind kept drifting back to Lorenzo's whispered words, the dirty promises he'd made before leaving.
It's been a day since Lorenzo left, and the silence in the house feels deafening. I miss his presence, his smile, his whispered promises.
I sigh, running my fingers through my hair, feeling restless and anxious. I wish he'd call or text, just to let me know he's thinking of me. But he said he'd be busy, and I have to respect that.
I glance at my phone and to look at the time, willing it to ring, willing him to reach out. 
Just then, my phone buzzes on the counter, snapping me back to reality.
My heart skips a beat as I see the notification: A text from Lorenzo. My pulse quickens as I reach for the phone, my fingers trembling with anticipation. I hesitate for a moment, before finally opening the message...
Lorenzo: How are you doing without me, bella? Are you missing me too much?
Eva: I'm good, thanks. Not missing you at all .WBU? 
Lorenzo: Oh, really? Then I'll make sure you do.
I'm dreaming of the day I can finally make you fucking mine, feel your warmth, and taste your sweetness...
Eva: Lorenzo!!!
Lorenzo: I want to hear your voice, Bella. Call me. 
Eva: Lina is here with me, so I'll go to my bedroom and call you.
Lorenzo: No. Go to my bedroom, not yours. I want to imagine you surrounded by my things, my scent, my bed... Call me from there.
I hesitated for a moment, wondering why Lorenzo wanted me to go to his room instead of mine. But something about his words sent a thrill through me, and I found myself walking towards his bedroom. 
I closed the door behind me and sat down on his bed, surrounded by his scent and his things. 
The room was tidy and masculine, with a hint of his cologne lingering in the air. I felt a flutter in my chest as I took in the familiar sights and smells. 
I pulled out my phone and dialed his number, my heart beating a little faster as I waited for him to answer. 
And then, his voice was in my ear, low and husky...
"Hey, bella." he said, his voice sending shivers down my spine. "I can picture you in my bed, surrounded by my things. It's turning me on."
I felt a blush rise to my cheeks as I settled back against the pillows. "Enzo, you're being naughty." I said, trying to sound stern but failing miserably.
"Lock the door, bella." Lorenzo said, his voice firm but gentle.
I frowned, feeling a little confused. Why did he want me to lock the door? But something about his tone made me obey without question. I got up and locked the door, feeling a thrill of excitement mixed with a little bit of nervousness.