Natalie’ POV -later that evening- “Wait are you serious?” Jessie asked me flabbergasted. “As serious as I can be.” I say as I throw the shot in my mouth and quickly reach for the lemon. “He literally said he needed to MARRY me. Emphasise on the MARRY. The board members in his company are diabolical” She laughed so loud she snorted in between. “Girl it is not funny” I said to her. “I know I’m sorry. It’s just that I didn’t expect you to say that to me.” I relayed pretty much everything Luciano told me to Jessica. He never said not to tell anyone. Plus I trusted her with my life. She would never sell me out like that. And God forbid a girl needs some advice from her best friend before making a life altering decision. “Look I say go for it. It won’t cause any harm for you to. You’ll be helping out a friend- a vey hot friend- in need. This is my fangirl talking by the way BUT as your friend I say think about it. Think about how it would benefit you and what are the d
Luciano’s POV - an hour later- I froze For a second I couldn’t think. Panic got the best of me “Hello. Is anyone there?” The sound of her voice makes jolted me back to my senses. I cleared my throat.” This is gonna sound out of pocket and maybe a little crazy. Actually full blown mind boggling crazy but I need you to hear me out okay?” “Oookay. Lay it out to me I guess” she said full of hesitation but I couldn’t really blame her. This was about to get crazy. “Marry me “ That was not how I wanted to say this but it seemed like my mouth had a mind of its self own. She was so shocked that she chocked on her drink and started coughing profusely. “Shit Nat are you okay?” I reached out to pat her back. “I’m sorry what?” she said baffled. “ okay I didn’t mean to say this like that but my mouth seems to have its own mind” I exhale. “You remember yesterday? That call with the board member I mentioned?” “Yeah. The one who basically said you’re a rogue bachelor and
I wasn’t in the mood for crowds, noise, or overpriced snacks. But then Natalie had said “Let’s go to the fair”—with that soft grin of hers and that spark in her eyes like she was already hearing the music and smelling the candy apples—and suddenly, the chaos of my day didn’t seem that important anymore. Now here we were, walking side by side through the fairgrounds, with strings of lights hanging above us like lazy stars, the night air thick with sugar and laughter. And she looked… unreal. Hair caught in the breeze, cheeks glowing under the carnival lights, her laugh cutting through the noise like something I hadn’t realized I needed until I heard it again. There were a million moving pieces in this place—rides spinning, games blaring, children screaming—and yet, somehow, she was the only thing in focus. “Why are you staring at me like that?” she asked, nudging me with her shoulder as we passed a funnel cake stand. I blinked. Caught. “Just thinking,” I said, clearing my t
Luciano’s POV - the morning after the Fair- 06:00 am I had a dream. Not that kind of dream. Not the one where she kisses me out of nowhere and I wake up sweating and annoyed with myself. This one was different. The kind that doesn’t leave you when you wake up. The kind that plants a seed and grows into a full-blown plan by morning, even though you know—know—it’s crazy. I’ll marry Nat. Yeah, I know. Insane right. But the more I thought about it, the more it made some ridiculous sort of sense. She’s my best friend. The one constant in a life filled with pressure and deadlines and board members who think a man without a ring is a liability. It all hit me after yesterday’s call with one of the board’s oldest, most irritating members—who basically implied, in not-so-many words, that I was too much of a “risk” to carry the company legacy unless I “settled down.” Like it’s in the fifties. But here’s the thing: I’m going to exaggerate the hell out of that conversation
I woke up to a text from Jessie saying she needed me pronto. She had clear instructions.wear something comfortable. it's gonna be a long day.that's all she said So, as the good friend that I am. I had my assistant reschedule all my appointments and inform her that I won't be coming to the office.I stood in front of my closetMy favourite thing to do is to pick out outfits and accessories that I'll wear for the day.People go to therapy, I go shopping, dress up, and style myself. Not only is it therapeutic, but you don't have to talk to strangers about embarrassing thingsI chose to go with blue wide-legged jeans and paired that with a fitted black bodysuit, and for the shoes, I went with pointy black leather boots. I put on some perfume and grabbed a blazer just in case it got chilly.on my way out. I grabbed my BMW keys and my favourite Prada sunglasses. I passed the mirror and did a double-take, and damn, did I look good. ****************************************************
I knew Luke was in a bad mood the moment I stepped into his office. He didn’t even look up when I entered, too busy tearing into a board member over the phone. His voice was sharp—measured, but barely. His knuckles were white around the stack of papers he slammed down onto his desk just as I closed the door behind me. Not exactly the warm welcome I was expecting before dinner. I hovered by the door, uncertain. “We don’t have to do this today,” I said carefully. “I’ll understand if you need to cancel.” He let out a tight sigh, dropped the phone onto its cradle, and ran a hand through his already-messy hair. Then, without missing a beat, he grabbed his blazer from the back of his chair and motioned toward the door. “No,” he said, voice low but certain. “I need to get out of here before I say something that gets me sued.” I raised a brow. “Are you sure? You look…” I hesitated, unsure how to finish that sentence without insulting him. “Like I want to throw someone out the win