It was nothing but a split decision that I wanted to fly all the way to Italy for Lucas. Well, it really was for Harriet, but I knew Lucas needed all the help he could get. It was all that I could do to get even with him since he took care of me last night.
Taking my emergency suitcase underneath my bed, I grabbed a handful of undergarments and folded a week's worth of clothes with three different pairs of shoes to match. Despite being the fall season, I dared to wear a matching white blazer and short set with a blue velvet top. I wore a hat with it just to make the outfit complete. I reminded myself to bring a scarf just in case it would get a little too chilly. It was only a 6-hour difference, so I bet it will be around 4 there.
I grabbed my sunglasses on the table with my phone and wallet before I walked out my door. Chase was pacing, holding onto his phone
Lucas ~*~ I fucking pushed her away. Great job, Lucas. I stare at my hazy reflection in the elevator double doors that just shut a few moments, with Mari inside, as I take in her words. "And I was already on the verge of believing that Lucas De Marchi was a good man." If anything, I wasn't a good man. Never have been, never will be. But I admit I was actually glad she thought so. I had promised to myself that I’d actually try to be welcoming when she arrives, but there was something about her that drove me crazy that eventually made me want to push her buttons. She was just so easy to piss off. And I liked the way her frown replaced her triumphant smiles.
The blur of sleep keeps on pushing me back to slumber. But the clock on the table said it was 1 in the afternoon. I didn’t even have the energy to jump at the thought that I basically slept the entire morning. The only thing I know is that I am not on my familiar bed. In fact, I knew the instant my eyes opened and saw the light coming from the massive glass walls overlooking the blue sky that I wasn't in my room nor in the mansion. It felt warmer here and softer. I forced myself awake, wiping away sleep and drool from my face with my hand. I slowly sat up, but immediately regretted it when an intense wave of pain shot through my head. I cursed under my breath, trying to recall what happened last night. "I wouldn't do that if I were you," said a deep familiar voice. Groaning, I look towards the owner of the sound with narrow eyes, trying to block the light. He
Lucas, all though I hate to admit it, was right. Theresa Wills rang at around 3 in the afternoon. She introduced herself and complimented me for having such a charming secretary. Yep. Well, Chase is more than just a secretary and more than just charming at that.Theresa Wills is British. That, I couldn't miss, especially with her high-pitched accent ringing through the phone. Perhaps this was why she has a fascination for Chase. She was hilarious. In fact, I tried very hard to have a serious conversation with her and just when I thought I did it, she'd burst into giggles again. I knew that she had the type of humor that would eventually become annoying.I told her about the things that needed to get done ASAP like the venue, reception and catering. I told her I wanted to have a private wedding with at least a hundred and fifty guests. So since a church wedding
At dusk, Lucas and I were in his study. He was making and taking calls about her sister if there were any leads. But no. And Chase still hasn't replied if there's anything in the surveillance that would help. And I, still flushed and floating from the kiss earlier, was comfortably sitting on the leathered couch in an oversized denim dress shirt with nothing but lace underwear underneath, sipping wine and taking notes of colors and fabrics from the magazines I got. Lucas and I ordered takeouts from a local restaurant that was on the table in the kitchen and would later be heated up if either of us got hungry. "No!" Lucas barked. "You're not leaving until you find me something. A diary or a receipt of her last meal or a fucking used condom. Find me something that would lead to her, Arnold." I didn't know who Arnold was but I knew he was in trouble. Lucas has been barking orders in the past 40 minutes to fin
"Tap me twice," Lucas moaned as we kissed our way towards the bedroom."Hmm?" I gasp, circling my arms around his neck, kissing him like he was air and I was drowning in the ocean for hours. We struggled when we got to his door. No one was willing to break free. I feel the heat between my thighs and damn it if I didn't want him. Lucas scrambled his hands on the doorknob and I busied myself with my buttons. My elbows hit the door frame one or twice, hard enough to leave bruises in the morning, but I didn’t care."Tap me twice," he breathes again, finally letting us inside his dim room, smelling like aftershave, mint, and man. And we turned, we tangoed our way to the bed. We were lucky enough not to fall on the floor with how busy our hands were. How desperate they
We fucked until the sun peaked on the horizon. The last one, I didn't entirely remember except for the wave of intense pleasure. I was sure I passed out after that, spent, glowing, and with the smell of Lucas all over me. I hadn’t even bothered to check up onLucas, but I know he was as spent as I was.Instead of a sunlit room, I've woken to a dark cave, with a forbiddingly soft comforter covering my naked body. The thick velvet curtains barricaded the noon sun to enter Lucas’ room. To say that the room was a mess was an understatement. Pillows were all over the floor, and a part of the bedsheet. Our clothes were all over the place, things from the nightstand scattered everywhere. It was like a crime scene. And if fucking was indeed a crime, then somebody call the fucking cops.I ached all over and everything in me is sore. But I still managed to mov
a few hours earlierI was a fucking idiot. A ridiculous humiliation. I shouldn't have walked too deep. I knew it was a mistake to believe that something good was going to come out of this.I lay on my back in my bedroom, still dressed in my denim dress shirt. I cannot believe how stupid I was. Of course, it was merely nothing to Lucas. Just another girl to stick his dick in. I was just another woman who fit his criteria and who was fine enough to use. And used me he did. If I wasn't a woman with pride, I'd let him walk all over me because the sex was that good. But I draw the line whenever someone steps on my dignity. And Lucas did exactly that. He might as well have punched me in the gut. That way, it would hurt less.
I honestly don't know where I'm going. I was just walking towards the gleaming lights of the airport. The pain was just making me walk, walk, walk and walk some more. I was a wreck! My head throbbed from crying too much and this alien part of the world is taking me nowhere.I cannot believe what Lucas just said—what he fucking did—that he tried, if not killed already, my father. Why does he mingle with family matters? He had the fucking nerve to tell me this now? Like it would be okay because he just stopped and confessed?. The fucking idiot. Another chance. That's all I needed. Another change at a clear and sane thought, then I’ll kill everyone. I won’t be naive anymore."Caterina!" Lucas was still following me. Now on foot, he jogged, finally gripping my shoulder when he got to me, and forced me to spin. To no avail, of course.