Page 83 of Tailored for You

I groaned and held her in place.

“I can do slow,” I said, wrapping my arms around her.

“I’d like to see that.” She bent down and kissed me.

“I can’t believe this.” Serena’s face was full of childlike wonder as she looked out of the helicopter window. I didn’t bother to look out. There wasn’t a chance I was missing her reaction.

“We’ll be landing momentarily.” The pilot’s voice beeped into our headphones as we neared a tall building with a helipad on top.

Serena reached over and squeezed my hand, vibrating with excitement in her seat.

Arranging a helicopter to pick us up was easier than I anticipated. I made sure that we’d circle the city, giving Serena time to enjoy the experience. Luckily, the hotel Martina and Minnie had picked out had a helipad on top, something not many places in the city had.

Thanks to a connection Minnie offered, we were able to land there when it was typically only used for emergencies.

We landed and got out, running to the door while the wind from the helicopter whipped around us.

The door closed, and Serena jumped into my arms and kissed me. Flipping our positions, I pushed her into the wall and gripped her ass while she ground down on me.

She pulled away, tilting her head, giving me room to kiss down her neck.

“We can’t do this here,” she gasped as I sucked on her pulse. “Lorenzo. We can’t. Anyone could see.”

Only the thought of someone coming up on us, witnessing Serena’s pleasure—something that was meant for me—made me stop.

Resting my head on her shoulder, I gathered the last of my strength, dragging her down the front of my body as I set her down.

“Feel free to throw yourself at me anytime, amore,” I said, holding her hand as we descended the steps.

The elevator waited for us to take us to the penthouse suite. When the elevator opened, we heard shouting.

A man’s voice—not Rafael. I sped up and used the key card to gain entry.

Che vada tutto a quel paese. What was Charles doing here?

He stood over Minnie, face red. Martina wasn’t in view, which made me think she’d taken Harper to another room so she didn’t have to deal with her dad yelling at her grandmother.

Anger, hot and fast, whipped in me, and it took everything I had to rein it in before I acted on it. I gripped Serena’s hip, trying to keep myself composed.

If I could, I would’ve stormed over, dragged him out by his hair, and thrown him into one of my warehouses for days.

Then I would’ve taken my sweet time beating him into submission and having him crawl back to the women he just disrespected.

The door closed loudly behind us. Minnie and Charles turned, both glaring at us, but with different meanings. Minnie glared in frustration, like she was mad we showed up on time. Charles was angry. As his eyes went from me to Serena, who still held my hand, he processed what this meant.

The second it dawned on him, his face grew angrier, and his ire went from Minnie to Serena in an instant. He stomped over to us. I moved forward, putting myself between Serena and him.

Serena could handle herself, but I wasn’t going to allow him to try to intimidate her any longer. He needed to know she wasn’t alone, and it wasn’t his mother he had to worry about.

It was me.

“She’s coming with me.” He pointed his finger over my shoulder at Serena.

“No, she isn’t,” I said.

“You left our daughter so you could whore yourself out to him. You’re unfit. She’s coming with me.” Spittle flew out of Charles’ mouth as he raged. Gently, I pulled Serena closer to my back.

I looked down at Charles, allowing the anger to show on my face. He’d been a big fish in a small pond for a long time. He was finally going to get a dose of what the real world had to offer him.