—Don't Test Me—
Lorenzo's POV
"Welcome babe," my sweet wife called out, her voice reaching me from where I presumed to be the kitchen.
Regardless of how shitty my day was and the thoughts swirling in my head, a smile graced my lips as I kicked off my shoes at the entrance and traced my steps blindly to the kitchen, my eyes and fingers busy as I unhooked the expensive Rolex on my wrist.
"Hey there pretty woman," I said the moment I was behind her slender form, my voice husky as I hooked my jaw on her shoulder and ran my palms down her exposed sides, she was clad in brown sweatpants and a matching halter-neck.
"How was your day handsome?" She implored, whirling around in my hold so she was staring up at me, her face lit up with affection.
