Lorenzo enters through the main door and slams it shut. Walking towards the bar area, he grabs himself a glass of whiskey and then makes his way to his bedroom.

Looking at your sleeping figures on the bed, he quickly gulps the whiskey and places the glass on a table nearby. Removing his suit jacket and tie, throwing it on the floor. Unbuttoning his shirt, he gets on top of you, removing the blanket from you.

"Get up, love." He pats your cheek multiple times, but you don't wake up as you were in deep slumber.

"Fucking God, darling. Wake up and help me." He looses his temper and almost yells at you.