LOGINA/N\\ Awww, this would've been so sweet under different circumstances...but oh well...
As Julian led Larisa up the stairs, she couldn't help but recall his father's words.He said it was convenient that her parents had died...and he said it as though their lives didn't mean anything. Was it because they were poor?Larisa bit her lower lip, fighting to hold back tears. She'd thought of their deaths as many things~ mostly as her fault...but she'd never thought of it as convenient.They were heroes. They had laid down their lives for hers...and yet he said tha"I'm sorry about that. I didn't know he'd get so worked up.""It's fine." Larisa grumbled. "At least you warned me beforehand.""No, it's not fine." He stopped at the top of the stairs, turning to face her. "He had no right to talk to you like that...and he had no right talking about your parents that way either.""It's fine."Julian reached out and took her by the shoulder, giving her a gentle shake. "Can you stop saying that? Say something else. Tell me how angry you are...because you don't look fine to me.""But I
Larisa glared at him as she picked up her fork. "Don't be a bully." Julian laughed. "Alright, I won't." Frowning, Larisa turned back to her food, but the moment her fork touched the dumplings, Chelsea spoke. "You two look so cute together. Where did you meet?" "We met in" Julian began. "I was asking Larisa." Chelsea waved him off. "I'm trying to get to know my daughter-in-law better." Larisa glanced nervously over at Julian, expecting him to do something. Sadly, he only nodded reassuringly at her. Larisa nodded back. 'Alright, this was him telling her that it was time for her to really act now.' She swallowed, her eyes shifting over to Chelsea. "Well, we...we met in a bar about five months ago." Chelsea's eyes widened. "A bar?" Larisa nodded, picking up a dumpling. "I was working on a story at the time. I was a reporter." "Really?" Chelsea leaned in, suddenly more interested. "What kind of story?" Larisa popped the dumpling into her mouth and chewed before an
Larisa leaned against the wall, just beside the bedroom. After practically scurrying to get away from Julian, she realized that she had no idea where the dining room was.She slowly glanced down the hallway.Great!She'd fled from a man who was determined to make her flustered, only to get lost in his parents' ridiculously huge house.A hiccup escaped her throat when the door she'd been leaning beside opened. Julian stepped outside, and though she wanted to run again, she stayed in her place.Her posture stiffened and her eyes were pinned to the wall in front of her until his body blocked her view."What are you still doing out here? You said you were hungry. I thought you'd be in the dining room already."Larisa rolled her eyes, taking the chance to peek up at him. "I would've been if I knew where it was."Julian laughed. "So you're saying you got lost...?""And you're acting as if we're not standing in a mansion.""A mansion yes, but this is a hallway.""It's a very confusing hallwa
Julian stared at Larisa for a moment before quietly saying,"You were worried about me."He watched as her cheeks slowly bathed in the colour red, her eyes shifting away as she placed the first aid kit down. "I wasn't, I'm only doing this to keep up the act in front of your parents.""And is that why you kept glancing at my wound the whole drive here?""No, that was..." she paused, searching for an excuse. "I just didn't want your blood getting on me."Julian chuckled. "Sure, Fiorelina...anything you say.""Now that that's cleared up." She gently grabbed his injured arm. Let's clean you up."Larisa unwrapped the bloody cloth from around his arm, putting it aside. "Let me just clean up the blood around it."She reached into the kit, taking out a packet of wipes, tearing it open. Holding his arm steady, she gently swept the damp cloth across his skin, wiping away the dark, dried blood around his wound."Tell me if I press too hard." She murmured, eyes locked onto the wound in total conc
Julian slipped his hands into his pockets, eyes still fixed on his father even as Larisa was pulled away by his mom.Chelsea wouldn't hurt her, that was something he was certain of. However, he couldn't say the same for the man who stood in front of him.The navy blue suit his father wore was creased to perfection, and his silver-streaked hair was slicked back neatly, exactly as Julian remembered it."So..." His father finally broke eye contact. "You fcked up the deal and had the nerve to come here after being attacked.""I didn't fck up the deal. I did what you asked of me."His father sighed, leaning against the staircase. "How about the attack? Do you know who sent them?""No, not yet.""Delusione dopo delusione." He clicked his tongue. "And now you've brought her here."Julian's jaw tightened. "Her name is Larisa, Father.""I know her name." His father's eyes drifted toward the staircase where Larisa had disappeared. "The question is why you brought her here? Into this family?""A
The steady hum of the SUV’s engine was the only sound breaking the heavy silence inside the car.Outside, the city lights blurred into long streaks of red and yellow as they sped down the highway.Julian sat beside Larisa in the backseat, his posture relaxed despite the dark, blood-soaked cloth tied tightly around his wounded arm. He didn’t look bothered by the bullet graze at all, but she was.Larisa, on the other hand, hadn’t stopped shaking since they left thirty minutes ago.Every time she closed her eyes, she heard the thunderous bangs, which was probably why she barely blinked. Instead, she kept glancing sideways at Julian, her gaze repeatedly dropping to the cloth around his arm.“You know, you could make it a little less obvious that you’re staring.”Larisa jumped, startled by the suddenness of his voice.She intertwined her hands in her lap. “I wasn’t staring.”“That sounds pretty convincing.” He turned to her, lips stretching into a small smile. “Don’t worry too much, we’re
His hand sunk hard into her back, arching it to perfection. “You should’ve thought twice before you stepped into that club.”Larisa twisted to stare up at him, tears settling in her eyes, but she detested letting them fall. “B-Be gentle at least, it’s my first time.”“Sure, little reporter, however
Julian reclined in his chair, staring at the computer in front of him with extreme focus. The beauty before his eyes was celestial; not at all of this land. Breasts as full as the blue moon outside and a bottom plump enough to fill his hands.Soft and delicate the culprit looked, pricking at the wil
Larisa did just what she told herself she would. When she got home, she sat in front of her computer until it was past 5:00pm. It was then that she went to the bathroom, took a shower and got dressed.It was time to head out. She hadn’t forgotten about the address in the message, however, that wasn
Larisa’s eyes shot open, a frightened look on her face as she looked around. She had just woken up from a nightmare, a terrible nightmare!But as she looked around at the same hotel room it had all taken place in, she realized it was not just a nightmare; it was reality.Everything happened in real

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