“No, that’s not what I want, Luca.” I shift in my seat and turn to gaze out the window. I take a moment to consider his offer. Do I want to be in an exclusive relationship with him? I ponder. Shit no! He's way out of my league, and my first real relationship should be with someone who doesn't make me second guess my worth. “This isn’t going to work if you don’t take a chill pill and let me do as I please.” I turn and look back at him again. He flinches slightly before he sighs loudly and runs his fingers through his mused hair. It's as if he sighed out of relief that I didn't want to be in an exclusive relationship with him. “When will I see you next?” He says as his eyes bore into the depths of my soul. “You have me now, Luca… Isn’t that enough?” I move closer to him, resting my head on his shoulder, and entwine our fingers together. “We agreed to take this slowly, and that’s precisely what we will do,” I say soothingly to him, resting my other hand on his chest. If only my
I arrive back at the academy just as the first warning bell for lunch is over.My lunch with Luca had taken a turn for the worse. To find out that he flies back and forth between countries was not the issue. The problem was stumbling across the piece of information through several questions.I have no intention of canceling my lunch date with Sanz simply because he has reservations about me spending time alone with another man.“We are not in a relationship,” he had said.And that's perfectly acceptable to me, and it's exactly what I desired. However, the longer I spend with him, the more these inappropriate emotions begin to emerge. It's possible that he may have a girlfriend or a family back in Italy, for all I know. I have no intention of being a 'Home wrecker'. I am seated at my desk, retrieving my phone from my purse to make a slight adjustment to mine and Chrissy' plans for tonight.Vanessa: How about we go out to Dynasty for a few quick drinks after work instead of staying in?H
On our arrival at the club, we order our drinks and take a seat in one of the booths facing the bar. We have only been here for two minutes, and already we have a bartender setting down two glasses of cocktails, courtesy to the two men dressed in some pricey Amani suits standing at the bar staring at us. I look over at the two men, drinking them in before I smile at them invitingly. I keep a flirting eye on the one standing to the right. Both men look at each other and exchange a few words before making their way over towards us. “You do realise they are coming over, Nessa?” Chrissy questions me with an underlay of irritation in her voice. “Yes, and that’s the whole point.” I look at Chrissy and give her a big smile. “What about Luca?” She asks. “What about Luca? For all I know, he could have a family in Italy. “ I shrug carelessly. “Besides… We aren't exclusive, so I'm not tied down.” I take a generous sip from my glass, giving the impression that I'm here for a good time. “I’l
My phone rings several more times, and Chrissy pins me with a suspicious stare. I reach into my purse and deactivate the device. There is no one in my life that I care about significantly to keep the thing on. Chrissy is seated across from me, and I could not care less if it was the darn Queen herself attempting to summon me. My best friend flips me the bird when I smile at her. “I love you…” I whisper, hoping she can read my lips. “Fuck… You….” She replies gracefully, emphasizing each word. I blow her a kiss, and she leans to the side, dodging it. I blow her another one. She catches it and throws it right back at my face. I can't help but smile broadly at her. I can't pretend to act surprised. It is such a Chrissy thing for her to do. “Are you attached to someone, beautiful?” I look into Keith’s eyes, piercing mine intensely. Attached, who even uses the term attached anymore? “No, Sir…” I pull my bottom lip in between my teeth and bat my eyes. I probably look like a silly sch
Like a whip slashing through the air, it brings me back to reality, and I freeze with fright. Shit! What is he doing here? How did he find me? I quickly get off Keith, and I stand behind him. Keith straightens to his full height, his stance strong and ready for combat. I peer around Keith and search for Luca through the crowd of people. When I finally spot him, he looks like he’s about to murder someone. Still in his suit slacks with his shirt, and the sleeves rolled up. God… He looks delicious! His chest rises and falls viciously, with his hands clenching and unclenching into tight fists. Sweat beads from his forehead, and his eyes have thinned into narrow slits as they bore into Keith. I take Keith’s hand and make a run for it towards the women’s toilets, making sure to lock the door behind us. I shove him into one of the toilet cubicles, and I make sure I lock that too for extra caution. I quickly fix my shirt and notice Keith rolling his sleeves up in the corner of my eye b
In a panic, I cry out, hitting my abductor on the forearms as I struggle in his embrace. People momentarily stop in their tracks as I capture their attention. They look at me, giving me the stink eye before they carry on with their night and pay me no more attention. I know it's Luca who has me in his grasp. I mean, let’s face it…. There’s only one man insane enough to chase after me and grab me like this out in public. “Put me down!” I scream, kicking my feet in the air. “Never!” He growls, walking through the throng of people around us. I struggle, twisting and turning my body with all my might, desperately wanting to escape him. But, I'm completely outmatched by his strength, especially when he's consumed by his desire for punishment. “Do you fuck men on the dance floor regularly, do you?” He says through gritted teeth in a thick Italian accent. I can hear the revulsion heavily coating over his words like hot water being poured over ice, and I have to admit, it stings a l
“I didn’t mean for any of this to happen?” I look at Luca with eyes full of sadness, regret, and turmoil. “No. I guess we both are pretty disappointed. Si?” He looks at me, contemplating as he slowly rubs his jaw. “But I have a feeling you're more disgusted than disappointed in me, Luca.” I look down at the bubbles floating on the top surface of the water. He sighs deeply. “Disappointed? Si. But disgusted? No.” He slowly shakes his head with his eyes closed. I bring my legs up to my chest, hugging them, and I rest my chin on top of my knees. “I… I would rather not feel like this. I don’t want to get hurt.” I sigh. “I used Keith to see if I could get you off my mind. I had this crazy thought of you having someone… A family back in Italy. But deep down, I know that you're not that kind of man.” I sniffle, trying to stop myself from crying. “He gives you a drink and pays you a little attention, and you determine that he was fit to put his hands all over you and drive his tongue deep
I arrive home in a teary-eyed state, profusely hammering on the door. Chrissy opens it after what seems like an eternity with Conrad standing behind her in only a pair of baggy jeans. “Nessa, thank god. I was calling you a thousand times. What happened?” She asks as she steps to the side, dragging me in. “My ah… My phone is still off.” I look around, trying to avoid any eye contact. Shame has that effect on a woman. Avoiding eye contact and discussing the incident is critical if you want to avoid exposing yourself further than you already have. “I left him. I told him I loved him and he… he.. he told me he could not love me back, like, ever.” I cry out, running to my bedroom. I throw my body on top of my bed, sobbing like a child. My heartaches, along with my limbs. Why does rejection hurt so much? Seconds later, the bed dips, and Chrissy begins rubbing my back in an attempt to console me. “Babe, I love you to death. But the shit you pulled tonight was not you.” She looks at me a