CHAPTER 34 Parade of whores
Lorenzo's POV
Staring at my reflection in my bathroom mirror.
I may have gotten rid of my father but then whenever I look at myself in the mirror. I see him.
I'm the spitting image of my father. I had his eyes, his hair, the same facial bone structure. I even had his complexion.
I took after him. I guess that's why he tried his very best to turn me into a miniature version of himself.
A manipulative sociopath.
I was brought back to reality when I saw well manicured red nails snake around my waist from behind as Viviana peppered kisses on the scars on my back.
"Good morning." She greeted in her breathy voice, biting my shoulder blades.
I could tell she was naked because her bare breasts were pressed to my back, poking me.
"You're still here?" I picked up a towel to dry my wet hair.
"Mhmm…I wanted to shower with you," she replied her hands roaming my chest and abs.
"Too little too late for that." I kept on drying my hair.