To Be Yours Again-Chapter 222 Sweet nectar

*LORENZO*

“Let’s talk outside, mom.” I said, taking hold of her hand.

“No, let’s talk here. In fact, I have a few words to say to this young lady. First of all, what is she doing here at this time of the day?”

I saw no reason to lie since it had come to this so I replied.

“She lives here.”

My mom stared at me, incredulously. “She lives here?”

“I just told you, she’s my girlfriend. It shouldn’t be bizarre that we live together.”

She suddenly burst into laughter.

“Oh, she’s got you good. But this nonsense ends today. Young lady, get your things...”

“Mom...stop it!” I yelled, grabbing hold of her hand and pulling her away from the kitchen.

“Let go of me, Lorenzo. You’re being stupid...how could you allow yourself get deceived by this gold digger!”

I felt so bad that Danica was hearing all the vile things she was saying.

But I continued to drag her away until we were out of the apartment.

“How could you disrespect my girlfriend like that?!” I thundered.

“Disrespect your girlfriend? She was your fucking cleaner! And now she’s your girlfriend? Don’t you see what’s she’s done?!”

“She’s not like that!”

“Don’t be fucking naive! You were raised better than this.”

“I love Danica. You just have to calm down, she’s a good person.”

My mom scoffed. “I am greatly disappointed in you. And I will not exchange words with you anymore. I give you two days! Two days to cut all ties with that girl and send her away. If you don’t, then don’t blame me for what I’d do to her!” She threatened to stormed off.

I ran a hand through my hair, frustratedly.

I had never hated having been born with a silver spoon until this moment.

What do you mean I couldn’t be with the person I love because she was a cleaner?!

I fucking loved her!

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When I got back into the house, Danica looked shaken and sad.

“I’m so sorry for the way she behaved.” I apologized.

“I do not want you to be on bad terms with your mother.” She murmured.

“No. I’m not. I was able to convince her to calm down. She’s not going to be a problem in our relationship I promise.” I assured, even if I wasn’t sure.

Danica looked up at me. “I don’t think she’d ever like me.”

“She will. You need to see her face when I told her that I love you, she was already beginning to see things from my point of view.” I lied. “She’s going to come around soon enough.”

I was going to make sure to get her to come around.

Sighing, Danica hugged me. Our mood for that evening was totally ruined.

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*DANICA*

I woke up in the middle of the night to find myself alone in bed.

Sighing, a wave of sadness enveloped me recalling Lorenzo’s mom reaction towards me.

I knew he lied to me about her coming around. She definitely didn’t find me worthy of her son at all.

I couldn’t blame her though.

Even I, myself didn’t feel deserving of him.

We were from two different worlds.

And now, I deeply felt my days with him were numbered.

Though, it was absolutely heartbreaking but I wanted to cherished whatever time I had left with him.

Feeling thirsty, I headed out of bed and out of the bedroom.

I walked into the dark going to the kitchen. When I opened the refrigerator, I almost jumped when I saw someone sitting beside it.

“What the...!” In a panic, I uttered.

It was Lorenzo.

He was eating something.

Through the light from the refrigerator, I could clearly see he was eating ice cream while being shirtless.

I grimaced. I could tell he couldn’t sleep. He must really be bothered by what happened earlier.

Not wanting to bring it up, I tried to seemed cheerful and said. “I thought you didn’t have a sweet tooth.”

He shrugged. “I was just craving it.”

“Do you want to come to bed?” I asked, wanting him to get some sleep.

“No.” He stood and walked up to me.

He lifted me and made me sit on the huge rectangular wooden dining table.

“Lorenzo.” I was shocked by his quick action.

“Shhh...Eat with me.” He muttered in a low voice then he quickly put a small scoop of ice cream on my lips.

“Hmmm...” I tasted it enough for my cravings to be awakened. It was vanilla.

“Do you like it?” Lorenzo asked, softly.

“Yes.” I answered in a low tone as she nodded.

“Do you want more?” He whispered again.

“Yes.” I actually wanted the whole bucket when I tasted it.

“But it’s almost finished.” Lorenzo whispered, shaking the mini bucket container.

“It’s fine. I’m okay. Just finished it.” I replied and tried to get out of the table.

“But I don’t mind sharing it with you.” He then put a small scoop on his lips and passed it to mine.

We shared the vanilla ice cream with our lips touching each other. The ice cream was sweet and much sweeter with his lips.

Though the ice cream had melted, the taste of the vanilla still lingered on our lips that both of us obviously didn’t want to stop tasting each other’s lips.

The tasting had deepened and it became a torrid yet passionate kiss. It was not about the ice cream anymore. At this moment, the kiss was merely the spark of how much we always wanted to feel connected.

Our desires for each other were surging up again.

I clung my arms to his neck while Lorenzo’s hands gripped my waist as we shared a sweet deep kiss.

When he broke out the kiss, I felt disappointed.

“Do you want more ice cream?” He whispered with a playful voice.

“Yes.” I whispered sexily.

“I think we should have something healthier.” He let out and reached for the fruit bowl.

I watched my sexy boyfriend as he radiated magnetism and my crotch clenched and unclenched under siege from a sharp surge of lust.

He grabbed a peach and hit into the fruit with his white teeth. His eyes never left mine as the ripe fruit bursts into his mouth, releasing thick, honeyed juice.

A little trickled from the corner of his mouth and I unconsciously ran my tongue out to the side of my own mouth as if to catch it.

“I guess that’s healthier.” I laughed.

He nodded, chewing and swallowing, in a way that was far from healthy and more like seducing me.

“Nectar.” He wiped the sticky juice from his face with the back of his hand and extended the peach toward me. “Want a bite?”

I took the fruit from his outstretched hand and bit into it. Of course, he was right. It was sweet nectar in my mouth.