Now the three days have finally passed and Diana realized there was nothing she could do anymore.
If she gave any more excuses, there was no way that Lorenzo would let her off. After all, he didn't force her to be his play partner.
A low breath exited her nose and she turned the shower off.
She grabbed a white towel and wrapped it around her body.
She dried her hair and stepped out of the bathroom.
Her eyes looked around the room, and on seeing the time on the alarm clock, her heart skipped a beat.
"It's okay, Diana. It's okay." She said to herself and walked towards the closet.
She grabbed night pants and a short top, then proceeded towards the table to get dressed.
She picked a fine body lotion and applied it to her body. Then, once she was done, she properly combed her hair and proceeded to wear her clothing.
She slipped into her shorts and began to wear her top, but halfway through, the door handle suddenly turned, causing her heart to instantly skip a beat.
She pulled her shirt down and turned to the door.
She stared at the door and watched as it slowly pushed open, revealing none other than Lorenzo, who was clad in white silk pants with his hair neatly brushed back.
Diana's blue eyes gazed at his bare upper body, and she couldn't help but fall yet again into a daze as she stared at the tattoos on his body.
Her lashes flickered rapidly, and she swallowed hard as her gaze met with his.
She slowly began to back away the moment he started to walk towards her, knowing that things were definitely not going to go her way tonight.
"Hello, Diana." A seductive smile emerged on Lorenzo's face as he said it in a deep yet soft voice.
"Mr-Mr. Vicenzo." Diana stuttered while still backing away and immediately gasped in the next second when her back hit the wall.
"Are you okay?"
Lorenzo, who was unsure why she was backing away from him, hurried close to her, and before she could utter a word, he placed his right arm on the wall beside her head, then gently grabbed her chin with his left hand.
His lips curled up into a smile, and his golden eyes looked at her petite face.
"You're really petite; it makes you look cute."
He commented, and as though instantly triggered by such a comment, Diana bent down and escaped from his trap.
She stepped away from him, and quite surprised as to why she was acting that way, Lorenzo's brow scrunched in confusion.
"What is wrong with you?" He asked in a bit of a displeased voice and began to walk towards her.
"Don't come close!" Diana immediately gestured with her hand, but Lorenzo shrugged it off and arrived before her in a split second.
He grabbed her wrist and gazed intently into her eyes, still unable to understand why she was behaving so weird.
Perhaps she had a screw loose or something.
Diana quickly turned her head away, not wanting to look at his eyes, and he arched his brow at her.
"Do you not like me or what?!" He asked with what seemed like anger growing in his voice, and Diana raised her head to look at him.
"Wha-what do you mean?" Her lips trembled as she inquired, and Lorenzo reached out his hand to touch her cheek, but she dodged immediately, resulting in her back knee hitting the edge of the king-sized bed and causing them to fall into it.
Lorenzo quickly pressed his hands down on the bed and prevented himself from falling on top of her.
He flipped his scattered hair to one side and gazed at her with utter confusion in his eyes.
"What is going on with you?" He asked, now completely mad, and Diana parted her lips to talk, but because she no longer had any more excuses, she found herself staring at him in silence.
"Are you mentally ill?" He asked further, and Diana's face darkened instantly.
"What do you mean?!" She asked with displeasure evident in her tone, and Lorenzo's brows arched in a bit of surprise.
"Oh, so you can actually talk properly." He chuckled softly, and Diana scoffed with disdain in her voice.
"Of course, I can. What did you think? that I am afraid of you?"
A deep frown settled in between her brows, and Lorenzo found himself appalled by every word that exited her mouth.
No one had ever dared to speak to him in such a manner, definitely not his play partners. The excitement wouldn't even let them do so.
But this girl beneath him, there was just something strange about her, that he couldn't quite put his finger on.
Just who was she?
"Afraid of me?" He looked intently at her, and a smirk crept up his lips when he got no answer from her.
"Well then, since you're not afraid of me, let me touch you."
He said with a grin on his face, and without even waiting for a response from her, he grabbed her hands and pinned them down above her head.
"What are you doing?! Don't touch me!" Diana quickly stopped him before he could do anything, and his expression darkened deeply.
"What do you mean?" He inquired, and she wriggled her hands, attempting to free her wrists from his clutches.
"I mean, I don't want you to touch-"
"What do you mean, you don't want me to touch you? If you don't want me to touch you, then why are you here? Why did you compete to be one of my play partners then?"
He questioned, and Diana stuttered, unable to make up something. "I—"
Lorenzo scoffed in disdain at this and leaned down in the next second.
He gently kissed her neck, and Diana struggled to free herself from his grasp.
"Hey, stop! Don't touch me!" She yelled at him, but completely ignorant of her words, he held tightly onto her wrists and continued to smooch her neck.
"Stop it! Don't touch me! "
He kissed all the way down, but before he could kiss her cleavage, Diana's eyes widened in realization, and she yelled loudly.
"LUCIFER!!!"