LORENZO: Bad Idea

Five years... It's been five years since I've been this close to her. Five years since I've heard her say my name, five years since I've seen her this drunk and unhinged.

I bite back a smile and fight the urge to tease her. "You're too drunk to make decisions. And even if you weren't, I'm not interested."

Liar.

"Oh, how cute," Zuri's glossy lips curve downward, her dazed onyx eyes droop as she inches closer.

"Are you sure about marrying Alexandra?" She settles comfortably onto me, her weight pressing against my growing erection.

Fuck! I.. I honestly don't know how to answer that right now.

Zuri leans in, burying her face in my chest. Her hands slide slowly down my neck, tracing the contours of my chest. "I won't let you. You belong to me, Enzo."

Of course... Of course...

"Zuri... You're drunk."

I press my hand gently on her back, holding her close. In the brief silence, her gentle breathing stands out, a soothing melody over the loud club music.

One agonizing minute passes, and I finally summon the courage to look at her face.

My ex-wife is sleeping peacefully, sitting squarely on my hardened cock, which strains further. Fuck!

Wrapping an arm around her, I carefully pull out my phone from my pocket and dial Andrea's number. Andrea Salvatore, my little brother who's an infinite nuisance.

He answers on the first ring.

'Yo!'

'Are you close to Rosè? I had a run-in with Zuri King. I want you to take her home.'

'Whoa! Your ex-wife?! I'm in for the drama. Is she as hot as she is in the media? Wait! Did you do the "oh! I lost my memory" thing?'

A rush of rage boils in my chest at his questions. I hang up the phone, cutting off his annoying chuckle.

"Well then..." I remove my suit jacket, drape it over Zuri's shoulders, and carefully lift her into my arms.

Calling Andrea was a bad idea.

My little brother is half-insane, but his innocent face and charming smile always make me forget that.

My bodyguards, stationed in the VIP area, quickly rise and follow me.

I head to the car while they jump into the escort vehicle. My driver, Bernard, starts the engine, and we're soon stuck in traffic.

I gaze at Zuri, still asleep in my arms. Meeting her at Club Rosè wasn't surprising, given her best friend Cora Richter owned the place, along with numerous other clubs and casinos in the country.

Zuri chest rises with a deep breath, her plump, luscious lips parting slightly.

Her lush, waist-length auburn braids spill across her face, and I carefully sweep them back, unveiling her beautiful heart-shaped face.

She looks delicate, almost fragile.

But I know better. This beautiful woman is terrifying and insanely unpredictable. But she's not as cold as I remembered five years ago. Perhaps it's the alcohol's influence. Her icy facade always crumbles when she's drunk, revealing a glimpse of the vulnerable person beneath.

Hmm... Clearly, It would be unwise for her parents or family to see her ex-husband bringing her home drunk.

Honestly, I wonder what they think of me now that they've seen the news about my new life.

"Bernard, take us to the hotel,"

"Yes, sir," Bernard responds, nodding. Through the rear glass mirror, I see him smile as the traffic begins to clear.

Soon, we arrive at the hotel. I gently cover Zuri's face with my jacket, passing staff who bow their heads in respect. Although I trust their discretion, caution seems wise.

As I enter my suite, I gently lay Zuri on the bed, shedding my jacket before carefully covering her slender form in the plush duvet.

She moans and groans, uttering gibberish as she becomes aware of the duvet's warmth. I think this is a bad idea.

Sighing heavily, I head to the bathroom and find Andrea asleep in the bubble-filled tub – again. Running my fingers through my hair, I approach him and grip his dark, wet hair tightly. "Why the hell do you keep taking baths in my suite?!"

Andrea's eyes snap open, and he groans in pain, grabbing my wrist with both hands. "I didn't know you'd sleep here!" he cries out.

I frown deeply, release his hair, and walk to the hook, snatching a towel. "I didn't know either. Now get out of my suite." I hurl the towel at him.

Andrea rises, grinning mischievously as he ties the towel around his waist.

"Is she here?" His voice overflows with excitement, making me want to slam his head against the wall. "You did the amnesia thing, right? I told you to do it!"

"Get out." I point at the exit.

"You're no fun," Andrea frowns.

But then his blue green eyes sparkle like Christmas lights. "Although, you did take your fiancée out, only to return with your hot ex-wife. Everyone says she's an ice queen, untouchable and insane. I'm still wondering how you let her go so easily. Oh! Sorry, I forgot."

I pinch the skin between my brows, already frustrated and conflicted. Tomorrow's company meeting weighs on me... the stocks have surely surged since this morning's news.

And no doubt caught the eye of the other families and the underground.

"Stop," I snap. "Just leave."

"Father won't be happy," Andrea sings, walking out of the tub.

I follow him, escorting him out of my suite, ensuring he doesn't go near Zuri. And slam the door shut on his grinning face.

After bathing and changing, I return to the room to find Zuri still fast asleep. I cock my head, biting my lower lip at the sight of my sleeping ex-wife. Bringing her here, into my life, is a terrible idea.

Was I thinking with my cock or am I just stupid?

"Fuck!" I slap my palm to my face, frustration boiling over. "I am going to regret this."