Page 22 of Reckless Games

“Chill, it was you.” She told him, making his posture relax instantly.

“LMAO. Ok, my turn!” Emily cheered rather enthusiastically. “Never have I ever fantasized about someone I shouldn't have.” I knew why she did that. Her eyes were fixed on me as she said those words. It was clear what she was trying to show everyone, making me glare in her direction. Everyone drank except her, and I fumbled with the shot, not knowing if I should or should not have it. I knew I was a light drinker. “Come-on baby girl. Don't be shy now.” Emily poked my arm before I took a deep breath and joined the others in raising my glass, the tangy taste of the alcohol serving as a stark reminder of my own recklessness. As the warmth spread through me, I couldn't help but feel a rush of adrenaline coursing through my veins.

The acidity burned down my throat as I winced slightly at how strong the drink felt compared to the first time. I think it was just my third shot. Or second? Who knows? Because I was already starting to feel lightheaded. Gosh, this was a bad idea. Really.

“Never have I ever had a wet dream about someone I had a crush on,” I heard Jeremy ask before everyone drank except him. I drank as well. Because the person who was my answer to the last two statements was the same.

This time, when I kept the glass away, I felt dizzy as the room blurred before my eyes. My thoughts wandered offas I giggled, remembering the kiss I had with Lorenzo all of a sudden, making me feel hot.

“Is she okay?” James voiced his concern.

"I'm ecstatic!" I giggled, flashing a thumbs up before anyone could respond. "Let's continue. This is getting exciting," I cheered, clapping my hands eagerly. "Oh! I have an interesting one! Never have I ever—" My sentence was cut short by the abrupt bang of the door swinging open, stealing my attention. But any annoyance melted away as my gaze landed on those silver eyes and that oh-so-charming face I often found myself daydreaming about. Damn, I was even dreaming about him now! He looked even sexier when he was angry. Wait, why was Giovanni intruding into my fantasy? I needed to kick him out. I blinked forcefully, trying to banish Giovanni from my imagination because it felt wildly inappropriate to entertain thoughts of Lorenzo with Giovanni lurking nearby.

A scowl creased my forehead when Giovanni stubbornly remained in place by the door behind Lorenzo, his expression one of disappointment as his gaze flicked toward Emily. But before I could dwell on Giovanni's odd behavior, my attention was stolen by the sight of a very furious Lorenzo striding toward us. He kicked at the table in front of us, sending shot glasses tumbling to the ground in a cacophony of shattering glass.

Wow, my dream was suddenly brimming with action. It was a rare occurrence, but I found myself enjoying it. I could not help but clap cheerfully, feeling the excitement bubbling within me, oblivious to the tension thickening in the air as my companions leaped to their feet.

"What the heck, dude? Who do you think you are?" Jacob's voice rang out, challenging Lorenzo, whose eyes darkened ominously. In the blink of an eye, Lorenzo drew his gun from its holster, aiming it in Jacob's direction.

“Your death.” Lorenzo’s voice was grim. My eyes widened, and my jaw dropped in awe. Why did that seem so...

"Hot!" I blurted out, earning startled glances from everyone. I quickly covered my mouth, realizing I was only supposed to think that.

"Mr. Martinez! He's Mr. Lorenzo Martinez," Emily interjected hastily, perhaps attempting to redirect attention. "We... we know him." She shot a pointed look at her friends, silently urging them to catch on. I watched as their jaws dropped in recognition of the man standing before us.

"Yep!" I added, popping the 'p'. "He’s Lorenzo. My Lorenzo..." My words trailed off and slurred at the end.

"What she means is... Angela knows him. Very well a—" Lorenzo's stern look at her cut through Emily's faltering explanation.

"He's... well, he's..." Emily stumbled over her words, unsure how to finish her sentence, before Lorenzo's firm directive interrupted her.

"Out! Everyone!" He barked the order, making everyone tremble, and in an instant, the room cleared out as they scrambled to vacate the premises.

He advanced toward me with a menacing aura, his movements calculated and deliberate. As he kneeled down to my level, resting one knee on the ground and propping his elbow on the other, his voice took on a velvety tone that sent shivers through me.

"Haven't you been a bad girl today,Dolcezza?" His words were like silk, weaving a web of allure around me. His intoxicating scent was making it hard to concentrate.

"It was Emily's idea," I replied, my voice as innocent as a kitten's purr as I peeked from under my lashes, biting my bottom lip.

"Was it? And where the hell is your phone?" Despite the anger in his tone, the way he spoke sent a wave of arousal through me.

"Emily has it," I confessed, pointing towards the door through which she had disappeared moments earlier.

"I see," he nodded, his demeanor still threatening. "How much did you drink?" His gaze bore into mine, demanding an honest answer.

I paused to consider his question before raising three fingers. "Two shots," I admitted, slowly adding another one, feeling the weight of his scrutiny. I honestly did not remember how much I drank at this point.

"Clearly," he remarked, raising an eyebrow in acknowledgment of my inebriated state.

"Can I say something?" I asked, biting my lip coyly, causing his eyes to flicker down to my lips.

"Yes," he grunted, his voice thick with anticipation.

"You look so hot when you are angry. And sexy," I confessed, unable to resist the urge to compliment him. His eyes met mine, his expression shifting into one of amusement as he tilted his face ever so slightly. Slowly, a lethal smirk spread across his lips, captivating me with the danger that lurked in it.

"Do I?" he teased, his velvety voice sending a thrill through me.

"Mhm. Very," I murmured, unable to tear my gaze away from his lips as they moved with tantalizing precision before I started leaning in. "Too handsome.”

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