Twin Tormentors By RARE
Chapter 24
Chapter 24
LEIGH-ARI
Consciousness slowly dawned on me and I became vaguely aware of my surrounding. My eyes were pinched closed and I seemed to be lying on my back with my head snuggled cozily on a plush pillow. However, it didn’t feel like I was waking up from a long sleep; it felt like a sedative was wearing off in my bloodstream and I was back to the land of the living.
I groaned out aloud as I turned to my side and searched the side table for my phone. My hand came into contact with a hard dang ass frigid post and I let out a curse. What in the actual hell? I got up to a sitting position with my eyes still closed. Somehow they fell so heavy that I couldn’t even open them. After some brief negotiation with them, they slowly peeled open and I took in my surrounding.
I was sitting on a huge four-poster king-sized bed covered in white sheets and a deep grey blanket was draped over my body. The white curtains of the bed were neatly cuffed up the metal posts, revealing the cream-painted walls with gold highlights almost everywhere. The room didn’t have much furniture but it was opulent enough for one to know that whoever owned it; was some kind of a rich skank. Could this be the penthouse?
The penthouse! Yes!
I recalled the events of the previous day and I sighed when I realized I was still safe. I would have freaked out if I woke up in a different place because I don’t know what the hell happened last night. All I recall was Lorenzo taking me out for dinner and me raining hell on him for… well, for making me happy! Yeah, that was lousy. I didn’t remember what happened after that. And today was the day for the worksh..
“Holy shit!” I cursed kicking off the blanket and nearly planting myself face first as I got off the bed. I hopped on one leg as I tried to untangle the blanket that was insanely wrapped around my leg and once it was free, I took off to the enjoined door which I assumed was the bathroom. I pushed the door only to come to an abrupt stop, it was empty. Like it was just a room, and it was empty.
I turned and looked at the only other door that was in the room and ran towards it; yanked in open only to reveal stone walls and long dimly lit staircases that spiraled down. One thing that I came to realize was that this wasn’t the penthouse of Sheraton Grand whatever the hell that hotel was called. This was somewhere else in the world and it sure had to be dreamland.
som
But was I dreaming?
a huge gulp of air and padded down the stairs barefooted. The idea of wearing shoes was the last on my mind since I was on a mission to find the bathroom and get ready for the workshop, or walk around this place and
stone walls with stone tiles. The lantems flickered on the sides to give some light and the bulbs came to assistant. There was a huge white carpet that stretched from where I was which was assumingly the entrance of this… hall-room thingy. There were six white leather couches beside one big pillar, a
walked deeper into a rather intriguing room. I turned and stood gobsmacked, my mouth
a lady, with long black hair and a huge smile, stared
clicked. Her face was in the direction of the blazing sun, which kissed her lovingly bathing her in its glorious warmth and light.
portrait because I knew the lady intimately. The lady was none but me. And I seriously didn’t have
only to run smack dab into a wall of muscles. The fresh scento
Tesoro.” Lorenzo stood in front of me in a black dress shirt that had two top buttons undone. The shirt was tugged neatly into his pants with a belt secured tightly on his
at his face and my eyes
on his face and he dared to chuckle. H e turned and took confident steps towards his wine cupboard and fished out
me and then shook my
coffee table and sat down, muscles bucking and tugging beneath his shirt. One
not Lorenzo.” I pointed out glaring daggers at
the core. Anger brewed from deep inside me when memories flooded my mind. The
last time.” He chuckled yet again and took a small swig of his wine before slightly tilting his
out with a bit of a tremor as reality dawned on me like a bucket of icy cold water. I
familiar voice called out from behind me and I turned
fucking way!” What the hell was happening here? I looked back at the tattooed “Lorenzo” who was sipping wine on the couch, and the “REAL Lorenzo” that was standing beside me
was yet another Lorenzo who had tattoos and was
himself beside his other
About Twin Tormentors By RARE - Chapter 24
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