Page 151 of Forbidden
I leap up from the bath with my book, and I’m completely naked.
My instincts are activated, and something is screwed up. I’m fast, but I’m not fast enough, because suddenly a helicopter streaks overhead with a roar.
“Jesus Christ!”
I cover myself, with the book, but I’m too late. I cuss, leap out, and I walk closer to the falcon. I stare at it closely, and I finally recognize it’s colors.
“Falcon?” I shake my head, and I mumble low.
Hearing a twig break behind me, I spin, and my eyes pop. “You!”
“You’re a hard woman to find.”
“Well, not hard enough!”
I drop the book to cover my wet naked body, but it is small. As Lorenzo walks closer, I back away. The only way I can back, is towards the cliff edge, and it’s a long way down.
For some reason, Lorenzo is dressed in rugged outdoor clothes, and not his usual suit. Somehow the brown suede jacket and boots work, and I’d forgotten how well put together he is.
I’m about to give him a piece of my mind, when he hands me a phone.
I shake my head and lift my chin.
He tosses it to me, and crosses his arms. “Push play!”
“Why?”
“Please, just push it.”
As I mutter, “son of a bitch,” I do, not that it will matter. He is still a cheating bastard.
The sooner we get this horse shit out of the way, the sooner I’ll be back to normal.
Security camera footage, or some kind of CCTV footage plays on the phone. I look closer, and I hold the book over my wet folds.
The screen shows a lavish marble bathroom, and the back of what looks like Lorenzo. Lorenzo is in a black suit, and he stands at a basin, without his jacket.
He splashes water on his face, there is a noise, and he turns from the mirror, calling out.
Seconds later, a naked woman in high heels struts in.
OMG.
Was that Sophia?
Lorenzo backs away, and his hands come up defensively. “What the hell are you doing?”
Sophia says something hard to hear, but Lorenzo’s next words are clear. “Get the hell away from me!”
Sophia hands Lorenzo a shot, and he swats it away. The shot glass shatters against the wall, and she continues forwards. Shaking his head, Lorenzo backs up.
I flick my eyes up to Lorenzo, and he watches me. He then lifts some of my grandpa’s moonshine.Smug bastard.
I watch the phone closely, and the bathroom door onscreen opens. At the same time, the French bimbo drops to her knees, right in from of him!
As the door opens further, I appear in the Dior gown. I then gasp, and run. Lorenzo is fast, and he grabs his jacket, beforeshoving the French skank aside. He then tries to run after me, slips, falls, and calls my name.
I hit stop, and throw Lorenzo his phone.
