Chapter Three.

I arch my back as Luca continued to thrust deeply inside me with an intense desire to possess me completely.

Muffling my gentle moans of delight with his mouth — relishing them as if they were the final sound he would ever experience.

As I glide my fingers through his hair, I sense the traces of the morning's perspiration enveloping his dark locks. I arch my hips, granting him complete entry to thrust deeply inside me.

Luca effortlessly captivates me with need. I am consumed by the desire to reach the peak of pleasure. Caressing his back, I hold him close by wrapping my legs around his waist. 

“Luca… Please…" I beg.

He withdraws from me and turns me around. I gasp as he penetrates me from behind, thrusting vigorously, giving in to his primal desires. 

He playfully strikes my ass, the sound resonating throughout the room and bouncing off the walls.

The slight sensation heightens my desire for release.

He gently slides his finger inside my anus, causing me to curve my back like a perfectly arched bridge and lift my head in ecstasy.

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Suddenly, I sit up in a pool of sweat. My body intensely longs for sexual fulfillment. Lying my head back down on my pillow, I gaze up at the ceiling, contemplating what the hell just happened.

Did I have a wet dream about Luca?

I wipe my hand over my face, and I exhale slowly through my nose.

'After one little kiss, you've gone ahead and fallen in love with the man…' My inner goddess snickers.

'Like hell.' I retort.

I pick up the phone on my bedside table, and there's a message. 

Luca: Have dinner with me tonight. Luca.

How did he manage to obtain my contact information?

Nessa: How did you get my number?

I patiently wait for his reply, hoping it won't be too long.

Luca: I'm very resourceful when I need to be. 

Luca: Is that a yes to dinner?

Nessa: Sounds like something a stalker would do. 

Nessa: And no to dinner 

Luca: Did you dream of me, cara mia?

I sit up and look around my room with heated cheeks. 

Did he?

No… 

He couldn't know…

Vanessa: No. Oddly, you didn’t cross my mind one bit.

'LIAR, LIAR, YOUR PANTIES ARE WET…' My inner goddess taunts me. 

I quickly get up and go to the kitchen to make myself a hot drink. Adding a large dose of coffee with an even larger dose of the good white pure powdered stuff.

Sugar. 

My phone dings again.

Luca: All in good time, cara mia. I will be starring in all your dreams.

I stare at the message while touching my lips, and then sigh at the memory of my sinister dream, taking my coffee with me back to my room.

Once I get there, I get myself ready for work and wish we never crossed paths.

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I casually enter through the door a little past 6 pm. I'm exhausted and famished, and my feet feel like they're about to give out.

I swiftly slip into a pair of comfortable sweatpants and a relaxed-fitting t-shirt, then stroll back to the kitchen to prepare a quick sandwich and coffee.

It's all I can be half-assed doing right now. 

So, please, don't judge me. 

Not long after I take a seat, Chrissy walks through the door.

“Wow… Chrissy! Talk about a rough night.” I chuckle as I take a bite from my sandwich.

She looks like a ravished train wreck as she saunters towards me with a twinkle in her eye.

“Rough night… Hell yeah. Was he worth it? Gods, yes!" 

She flicks her hair and snatches my coffee cup from the counter as she parks her butt on the stool next to me.

“Mm mm, coffee.” She takes a long sip as if her life depended on it.

“Nessa, Conrad is just…  amaze balls!” She says dreamily with a goofy smile curling on her mouth.

“Nice one! You finally found yourself a man with balls that amaze you, huh?” I glance at her, arching a single brow.

“Yeah, amaze balls with the sexual appetite of a starved man. I don’t know how I managed to keep up with him… but I did, and he wants to see me again.” She grabs the other half of my sandwich and takes a bite, groaning with appreciation.

“It seems like the man has certainly forgotten to feed you in the process.” I laugh as she finishes off her sandwich, licking the tips of her fingers. 

“Oh honey, he fed me, alright and I swallowed every inch he had to offer.” She does a little happy dance on the stool. 

Slipping off the barstool, she kisses me on the forehead.

“I’m going to take a long hot soak in the tub before I crash out. Wake me up when you’ve ordered us dinner. It doesn't matter what you order, as long as it's eatable and can feed a small army. We’ll talk more later.” She says over her shoulder as she walks off with a bounce in her step.

I spend the next few hours reading my Care Bears creative writing projects. Most of them have some exotic tales to tell, and the others…

Well, to put it nicely, they lack creativity entirely.

Perhaps keeping a daily journal could assist in improving their writing and reading abilities as well.

I make a mental note to myself to pick up some more journals the next time I'm out and about.

A few hours later, we find ourselves sitting in front of the T.V. eating Chinese take-out with a large glass of wine. “

“So?” Chrissy begins to ask. “Please, tell me you at least got some action from the taxi driver?” She shoulder bumps me playfully.

I look at her, and my cheeks slowly turn red.

“You cheeky bitch!” She laughs hysterically. “You did, didn’t you? Well, come on… spill.”

I tell her how I got knocked off my feet when I met Luca and I go on to describe how godly he looks and the way my body reacts to him.

“He texted me this morning and asked me to have dinner with him.” I tuck my head into my chest and let out a small, frustrated growl. “I declined his offer.” I sigh as if I were denying a contracted marriage proposal.

“You text him back and tell him you’ve changed your mind first thing in the morning, do you hear me?” There’s a slight bite to her words.

We sit in silence for a brief moment, the sound of the T.V echoing in the background.

“I’m scared. ” I tell her honestly. “I'd rather not look at him and be reminded of my past that almost ruined me entirely after it ruined my family."

Placing my plate on the coffee table, I pour myself another glass of wine and casually lean back against the sofa, stealing a glance at Chrissy.

“You know you can’t keep running from the past, Nessa. It’s just not realistic. You’ve got to learn to face that part of your life and take charge of it, no matter how heart-wrenching it is. I’ve watched it internally eat you up for years. You seem to live half a life and that half remains in the past”.

Leaning in closer and laying her head on my shoulder, she continues.

“Maybe you should go out and have dinner with this Luca guy. He doesn't sound like the type of man that takes no for an answer lightly. He seems more like the Alpha male type; demanding and always in control. And honestly, that’s just the type of man you need, hon.”

I take another sip of my wine and let her words sink in.

“I don’t need a man,” I mumble, defensively.

“Yeah, you do, babe. You also deserve to be happy too, you know?” She looks at me with affection riddled eyes.

Sighing, “I do. You have this irritating habit of reminding me daily.” I smile back at her as I lean back, thinking about Luca. 

Can a man like him grow to love someone like me?

We are from different worlds and I doubt we will have anything in common.

Or,

Does it really only happen in fairy tale stories?

And he will ditch me the second he realises how damaged I am?