Rebecca’s POV
Inside the yacht, I noticed the bodyguard didn’t follow us into the room. He simply helped his boss close the door behind us and stationed himself outside, ready to protect Lorenzo from any threat.
Once the door shut, Lorenzo laughed, his eyes glinting with a smug sense of control. He gestured toward the bed—a grand, almost throne-like spread with silk sheets and red rose petals scattered across it. The arrangement was meticulous, like he’d planned every detail. The confidence in his smile made it clear he expected this to go his way.
With a sly smile, I moved to the bed, carefully sitting on the edge. The position wasn’t just casual—it was deliberate. From here, I could watch him closely, prepared to turn this game in my favor if he dared to make the wrong move.
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