Chapter 40
Mateo’s POV
I dragged her through the door of my private office and slammed it shut, turning the heavy lock with a sharp click.
The sheer sight of her strutting through the staircase in that dangerously short skirt, her heavy breasts spilling over the top of her silk blouse, had my blood boiling from the moment I saw her earlier at home.
But seeing Lorenzo’s pathetic, desperate attempt to claim what was strictly mine—sending two hundred blood-red roses and a diamond bracelet directly to her desk—had ignited a lethal, unhinged fury in my chest.
Lorenzo thought he could step into my city, touch my business, and lay his eyes on my female? The f*****g audacity.
I didn't give Layla a single second to catch her breath.
I grabbed her by her soft, thick waist and hauled her up
