Lucien’s pov-
She sighed heavily beside me, and I knew all playfulness was now over. And just as I had expected I looked down to see her lips pulled into a thin line and her smile vanished.
“Did we ruin it?” she asked, her face contort of many emotions.
“What do you mean?” I frowned not entirely understanding her question.
“We were so happy together when we were young. You know, before the kissing and the hand holding began” she drifted her eyes to her lap “before the risk we took to fall in or out of love. What happened to us?” she asked, I wasn’t even sure if she was asking me or herself.
With her question it was obvious that although she was trying her best to hide that our breakup had hurt her, she couldn’t, she was in fact burnt and in pain by the fall out of her love for me.
“We could go forever without ever getting into an a
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Lucien’s pov-“I told Lorenzo and Diego that I’m leaving, and they shut me down” she let me in, her face scrunched in what looked like pain at her own words.This was really affecting her, hell the site of her going from laughter to crying in only minutes was affecting me. I hated it. I fucking hated the sight.I stayed quiet allowing her to get anything she had on her chest out.“I get that they want me to be safe” “But I just don’t understand why they make it out to be so hard. Why can’t I just disappear? fake my death or something. Why is it so hard to make that happen? If people think I’m dead, then there won’t be any dangers for me to have to hide from. To need to be protected from” she looked me dead in the eye.“I just want a normal life, where I don’t have to fear. I’m tired of waiting around to see if th
MARIAS POV-I was bored. Miserable and alone.I didn’t want to leave my room, I hated having to be stuck in this excessively large house and since I had to be stuck somewhere, what better place was there than my own bed?Aimee was busy with planning for the wedding. Even though she had officially moved in she still had no spare time for us to hang out, not even for ten minutes a day. she has practically kidnapped Lorenzo, Everything the pair do is in preparations for their wedding that has now been moved forward to only two weeks away.Today, was the date of their first dinner party held with some of the closest ally’s the family business have, so as you could imagine this place was hectic and yeah…I would rather hide out in this boring bedroom of mine then wonder off into the stress of Aimee and Lorenzo’s world.It has been a little over a week since I had last seen Lucien. He was working, he and Diego had left the morning
Maria's POV- Slipping my feet into my black high heels, I was officially ready to go. Well, I was physically ready to leave, I say physically because although I was dressed, make-up done and hair flowing loose? I was feeling un-easy and on edge, the only thing on my mind was Lucien and I was beyond anxious to see him. he has still not made an attempt to let me know that he had arrived home safe. I was beginning to feel that the situation between us was affecting me way more than it was him, maybe he had sought out comfort from a woman on his business travels and was finding it way easier to get by with the day-to-day activities than I was. I know he has no obligations to me anymore and I know I have repeated this to myself multiple times but I was in fact so uncontrollably affected by it, I was in fact angry, pissed the fuck off that he had not came to see me yet and as much as this dress makes me feel powerfully beautiful, it could not ease the whirling thou
“You look nice by the way, your dress is just…wow” she complemented “anyway, as I was saying” she began pacing yet again.“I cannot go down there; I am feeling way in over my head. And how am I supposed to stand as a strong female beside Lorenzo if I can’t even muster the courage to meet his business friends” she whined, and I honestly think she is about to cry.She was absolutely a loose cannon and I agree it was not a smart move for her to go and make a first impression so fired up with shot nerves. I must add the last part was far off, I wouldn’t go as far as referring to the people downstairs as Lorenzo’s friends. They are simply enemies kept close with a mutual interest of lots and lots of money.“It will be fine; you will be fine.” I reassured taking her hands in mine in a gesture of soothing her.“Repeat after me, breath in... brea
“This is bad” Aimee whispered. “No shit, your eyes are blood shot” I laughed aloud as she giggled going from panic to amusement in two point one seconds. “No, but seriously, Aimee” I warned as we reached the top of the last set of stairs and I watched as she visibly straightened her posture out, her back ironing out flat as she tilted her head higher. I glanced down the staircase to see Lorenzo talking to Marcel animatedly as he looked to his phone in frustration whilst Diego and Lucien talked with a man in an all-black suit. I cracked my knuckles fidgeting nervously as my eyes took in his appearance. He was handsome as always, slicked back hair, and all black suit. It seemed to be a theme tonight, All the men at the bottom of the stairs were wearing matching jet black dress pants, dress shirt and tie. “I can’t do this” I breathed out before Aimee tugged my hand almost making me trip on the top stair
Maria's pov-“Yes well, thank you” I bit down to halt my lip from quivering. Ugh, what the fuck was wrong with me? my nerves where tingling, my body was fully aware of Lucien’s presence and his touch. God everything in me wanted him to touch me again, to keep his lips on my skin. He had barely touched me, and my mind had turned to gew.I need therapy or rehab, I legit have an obsession with how drunk he makes me feel.“There is someone I would like you to meet” he said stepping away from me and gesturing for a man to step forward. It was the man I had noticed he and Diego speaking with, I had never seen him around before or maybe I had and just haven’t been taken enough notice to my surroundings.I watched as the man stepped forward. he was handsome, he must be no older than early thirties. Thirty-two, maybe? He had short stubble upon his face, a sort of ragged look about him. No
Maria’s pov- I watched Aimee from my spot by the bar. She was fitting perfectly into Lorenzo’s world. She was enjoying herself with a bright smile, she looked so genuinely happy beside my brother. I sighed aloud, taking a large gulp of my champaign. No matter how ecstatic I was for Aimee and Lorenzo, and I was happy for them, I just could not sit and watch their romantic exchanges and loving glances when I was feeling so alone. I was selfish, instead of enjoying this moment for my brother and friend I was sulking in the corner like a scorned child. This sucked, it truly fucking sucked. I shot the last of my champagne, it was only my second glass, so I was yet to feel the effect. I needed to cut this shit out and plaster a smile upon my face for the sake of my family. They at least deserved to enjoy themselves without looking at my ugly frown. I glanced around the room looking for no one in particular. Who am I kidding? That w
Lorenzo’s pov- “Fucking balls, I knew there would be a problem” Aimee let out pacing at the news of the dinner being delayed. It was pleasing to see that she had put such an effort into tonight. “Language, doll” I raised a brow a smirk tugging at my lips as she glared back at me. She was even more beautiful when she was mad. How did I become as lucky as I had when finding her? She was going to be my wife, not that she hadn’t practically already been my wife in my eyes for the past eight years. The first night I lay eyes on her I knew this day would come. I tugged at her hand pulling her into my chest, she enveloped her arms around my waist as she rested her forehead to my chest with a content sigh. “Do you think they would notice if we took a time out? You could become my Spanish tutor for a quick twenty minutes?” she asked the smile I knew she was wearing was herd in her voice, a chuckle vibrated th