Flashback continued...
Lorenzo clenched his teeth, fighting to contain the anger and fear rising in his chest.
"You don't know what you're talking about. You can't just go around throwing baseless accusations," he said, his voice low and tense.
Whatever he had with Ashley was real. Genuine. How dare Charlotte try to taint it with something so vile?
And what other girls was she even talking about?
Charlotte rose from her seat with deliberate slowness, her long artificial nails tapping a rhythm on the table as she circled around to where he sat. His eyes followed her every move, his throat tightening with dread.
Every part of him wanted to leave, to run and never come back—but his body wouldn't move.
She circled his seat like a predator, her voice dropping to a low, almost sultry whisper that made his skin crawl. "You're really going to sit here and say you haven't been sleeping with my niece?"
Lorenzo swallowed hard, his mouth suddenly dry.
