The door was forced open and I was pushed backward. He forced himself inside and began to look around angrily.

“Where is he? Where the fuck is he?!"

Lorenzo stormed into the living room and tossed all my pillows to the ground.

“I want to see where that bastard is hiding! Where the fuck is he?!"

I was in shock. I hurriedly locked my room and ran after him.

“Lorenzo!"

“Stay away from me, Clarissa! Tell me where he is now!"

He pushed past me and went to the kitchen. He looked around: under the table, behind that door, and even out of the window. I tried to stop him...