Mara pov
"Give it to me! It's private!" I stood up, reaching for his arm, but he stepped back, his face hardening into a mask of pure possessiveness.
"Is this the 'someone' you are so worried about?" he hissed, the phone still buzzing in his hand.
The silence in the room was heavy as the phone kept ringing, David's name flashing over and over like a warning.
The phone didn't stop. It kept ringing.
"Give me my phone , I need to talk to him." I struggled to grab it. "Who is David?" Lorenzo, asked again with his right arm lifting the phone above me. "Mind your business." I kept jumping trying to reach Lorenzo hand but it was vain, the man in front of me was 6ft tall and am just 5"5ft.
"If you're not ready to talk, don't forget."he said. I looked at Lorenzo how would I tell him David, is the guy I had spent four years of university memorizing. I knew the way he took his coffee, the way his eyes crinkled when he laughed at his own bad jokes, and the way he had left me behind without a second glance.
"David, is still calling seems his desperate to talk to you." Lorenzo smirked, he was enjoying our desperation to talk to each other.
"Give it back!" I shouted, jumping to grab his wrist. "I really do hate you!"
"The feeling is mutual." He replied, looking at the screen and then swiped his thumb across it. He put it on speaker.
"Mara? Mara, is that you?" David's voice filled the kitchen. He sounded exactly the same. Smooth, confident, and a little bit worried. "I heard you had an argument with your boss. I called Vance and he said you went off the grid. Where are you? Are you okay?"
I went still. My heart was thumping against my ribs so hard it hurt. I looked at Lorenzo, pleading with my eyes for him to give it to me. Instead, he leaned down, his mouth inches from the microphone.
"She's busy," Lorenzo said. His voice was a low, dark rumble.
There was a long silence on the other end.
"Who is this?" David asked, his tone sharpening. "Who are you? Put Mara on the phone."
"I don't think so," Lorenzo said. He looked right at me, his eyes cold and mocking.
"She's right in the middle of something. Don't call this number again. It doesn't belong to her anymore. It belongs to me."
"Lorenzo, stop!" I lunged for the phone again, my body slamming into his chest.
He didn't budge. He caught me with his free (left) hand, wrapping an arm around my waist and pulling me tight against his chest. For a second, my chest tightened . He was hot, smelling like the pasta he had just cooked.
He pressed the 'end call' button and gently tossed the phone onto the table behind him.
We were locked into each others eye for a while. And he lifted me up to his face, and my boobs pressed against his chest. My heart beating non stop. "Is he your boyfriend, Mara?" His voice came out as a whisper.
"Drop…drop me down", my voice cracked. He looked at me and grinned he was enjoying seeing me this tense. "But I don't want to," he said, giving me a nasty smile.