Game of Love and Deception: The Billionaire's Ex Wife
Chapter 107: Falling fast

Chapter 107: Falling fast

After a moment, Lorenzo pulled her at arm’s length, his eyes searching hers that was now red and puffy from crying. His chest squeezed again, tight and aching.

"You’ve been crying a lot lately, girlfriend," he said softly. "You’re still very cute, but it breaks my heart."

Ashley’s heart skipped at the way he called her that—girlfriend. It wasn’t the first time, but somehow, it sounded different this time. Like something had shifted in their relationship.

She loved it. How could she not?

"And what are you going to do about that, boyfriend?" she teased through soft hiccups.

Lorenzo smiled. God, how could she still be this cute after everything?

"Why do I love the sound of that so much?"

He gently brushed her tears away with his thumbs, then stood.

Ashley looked up. "Going somewhere?"

"You asked what I was going to do," he said, flashing a mischievous smirk. "Let’s find out."

Before she could ask what he meant, he pulled her to her feet and scooped her into his arms.

"Hey!" she gasped, laughing.

She expected him to take the stairs, since he was carrying her—but instead, he headed for the elevator.

"Aren’t you going to drop me, Mister?" she asked, watching the numbers tick after they entered.

"Let’s just say I love keeping you this close."

Her cheeks burned.

"You smell like chicken soup," she blurted.

Lorenzo looked down at her, smirk turning sinful. "So you wanna eat me then?"

Her breath caught. He said it like it was nothing—but her whole body lit up.

"Of course not. I’m just saying you need a bath," she said, looking away. But her flushed face gave her away.

"But you do like chicken soup, right?" he pressed, stepping out of the elevator. After a short walk, he nudged a door open with his foot.

Ashley didn’t answer. She knew exactly where this was going.

"Don’t you think I’d taste even better?" he added with a wink.

She slapped his chest, ignoring the way her stupid pussy clenched at his words.

"Why are you taking me to the bathroom?" she narrowed her eyes.

"Because you said we needed a bath."

He finally set her down, the bathroom door clicking shut behind them. Ashley turned to face him, wide-eyed.

"I said you needed a bath," she corrected, blinking at him.

He ignored her, strolling over to the tub to turn on the tap. Warm water gushed into the bath, steam curling into the air.

"I carried you on my chicken-soup body. You definitely smell like me now," he said, not bothering to look at her.

Ashley lifted her arm and sniffed. Damn. He was right. But shameful as it was to admit, she... liked it. She didn’t even want it off.

"I smell perfectly fine," she mumbled, arms crossed.

"Or maybe you just want to smell like me all day," Lorenzo said, glancing back with a wicked wink. "You know there’s a better way to do that."

Unholy thoughts flooded her brain.

She opened her mouth to say something—anything—but shut it again. How could he be so shameless?

The scent of the lavender oil he’d poured into the water curled into the room with the rising steam. She inhaled deeply, trying to steady herself.

She loved lavender.

Lorenzo walked to stand right in front of her, and her heart skipped a beat.

"I don’t need to explain that silence means acceptance... or do I?" he murmured, his hands settling lightly on her shoulders.

Ashley’s fingers rose on their own, tracing the edge of his tattoo. She felt the way his muscles tensed beneath her touch, and a small, smug smile tugged at her lips. Good. She liked knowing she had just as much effect on him as he did on her—maybe even more.

"You’re the one desperate to hear that I love your smell. But I don’t."

Lorenzo caught her hand just before she could reach those delicious abs, halting her.

"Let’s wash you off it then."

Ashley swallowed, pulse quickening.

"I can bathe myself."

Lorenzo cupped her face, and without warning, pressed a lingering kiss to her lips. Her heart slammed against her ribs, her face still glazed with heat even after he pulled away. This new side of him stealing kisses without asking set wild, fluttering chaos loose in her belly.

"Then I’ll just stand here and watch," he said, moving to lean against the door. "Just make sure you wash that tear-streaked face properly... and maybe your armpits too. They smell terrible."

"What?"

Ashley’s eyes widened. She quickly sniffed herself, frowning in confusion. She didn’t smell bad—at all. If anything, she smelled entirely like him. After sleeping in his bed and being carried all the way here, what else did she expect?

Lorenzo tried and failed to stifle a laugh, eyes twinkling.

"If you can’t smell it, maybe your nose needs checking."

Ashley blinked, then narrowed her eyes. He’d been teasing her the whole time.

"You just want to see me naked," she accused.

"No, I don’t."

"Then why don’t you strip first—or don’t you plan on bathing too?"

He lifted a brow. "So you’re the one who wants to see me naked?"

Ashley moved to sit on the edge of the tub, the warmth of the steam lightly brushing her back. "I’m only playing your game on you."

Lorenzo pushed away from the door, sauntering toward her. Her breath caught as he stopped in front of her and leaned in, hands planting on either side of hers on the tub’s edge. His closeness stole the air from her lungs.

"What do you think my game is, baby?"

Her heart stuttered.

Baby. He had never called her that before.

She lifted her eyes to his. "I think this is going to be my new favorite," she whispered, her lips so close they shared the same breath.

"What is?" Lorenzo asked, eyes fixed on her mouth.

"Baby—you’ve never called me baby before," she murmured through soft pants.

"That’s only because you’ve always refused to be mine," he whispered back, before gently biting her lower lip.

Her eyes fluttered shut, a soft sigh escaping her mouth.

"I still haven’t agreed to be yours yet, boyfriend. What changed?"

She leaned in to capture his lips again, but he tilted away, kissing her earlobe instead. A soft, helpless moan escaped her throat.

"You’ve called me boyfriend twice today. That’s what changed," he whispered, trailing kisses down her neck.

Ashley’s heart somersaulted. He was right—she had called him that twice. And she hadn’t hated it. Not even a little. In fact, something about saying it... felt right. She was falling, fast. After hearing about their past and all the sacrifices he’d made, she wasn’t afraid to admit it anymore.

"And now that you’re my baby..." Lorenzo murmured, cutting through her thoughts. He paused, lifting his gaze to her dreamy face. She bit her lower lip, and God—she was already the death of him.

"That makes me your daddy. You know that, right?" he asked softly, eyes dark and heavy with lust.

Ashley batted her lashes, her voice sweet and teasing as she nodded like a good girl.

Warm blood surged through Lorenzo, his eyes dropping to the soft outline of her breasts beneath the thin nightwear. Fuck.

It took everything in him to drag his eyes back to hers.

"Do you want Daddy to teach you how to be a good baby?" he rasped, voice so husky it made Ashley’s pussy throb.

"What if I want you to teach me to be everything you want?"

That snapped whatever fragile control Lorenzo had left—not that he’d been trying to hold onto it.

He didn’t even realize when he nudged her into the tub. She fell with a startled gasp, water splashing everywhere.

"Are you sure you understand what you’re getting into, baby?" he asked, watching her glare up at him with that sexy pout.

Then he climbed in, pants still on, but completely unbothered.

Ashley panted softly, trying to sit up, but he was faster. He pulled her into his arms and devoured her lips.

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