Leonardo's POV.Her giggles. Her beautiful, melodious giggles. That is the sound that has filled my house for the past three days. After the break-in, I invited Lara to stay at my house. She felt shy, and didn't want to live with a man. "Just three days," I said to her softly. "Just stay with me for three days. Until this whole drama ends."I can be very convincing... when I want something fucking bad.Lara gives me a sweet, little smile, and I swear— she is what angels in heaven must look like. Still... every now and then, my thoughts drift to Lena. The baby in her, if one actually exists. I have a gut feeling that she made it all up. But I can't be sure. I remember always wearing protection every time we had sex. And Lena was on birth control pills. Only a miracle baby can break through all those barriers. That baby deserves to be on the CNN science breakthrough show or something. Besides, she was also sleeping with Roman, and the baby could easily be a Sinclair. "Babe, are you h
Lena Black is standing at the entrance of my kitchen. She has blood-red eyes as she glares at us. Her skin is covered in mud, and her facial expression grotesque. The gun in her hand is like the grim reaper’s pen, ready to rewrite my ending. Leo calmly moves towards her direction, his hands stretched forward. "Lena, please, calm down and put the gun down." "No!" she screams. "Lena, listen to me, that gun is dangerous, you could kill her." "That's the fucking plan!" she cuts in. "I want that bitch dead." My words catch in my throat and my brain can't form a single thought. I take a little step backwards. But Lena notices. "If you try to run, I'll pull the damn trigger," she barks. "And Leonardo." She side-eyes a stealthily-moving Leo. "If you try to grab this gun, her blood will be on the carpet. Haha! Like a red carpet, you know." Then she laughs endlessly. Wait, that can't be right... she laughs while about to commit murder? Leo and I exchange worried glances. Our eyes are
"You don't know how desperately I've waited to hear those words from your lips, Lara," says Leo with the need of a man who’s touched you a thousand times in his fantasies."Then let's do something about it." I bite my lips flirtatiously. "Wanna spend the night at my apartment?"There's sexy fire in his eyes as he smiles. "Only if you promise not to let me sleep.""I'm so fucking horny. But you better drive us home before I'm not as horny anymore."He starts the engine, still watching me from the corner of his eyes. I look down and his manhood is bulging against his jeans. I'm not sure if he realizes how hard he is. So fucking hard. All the traffic lights show green as he's driving as fast as he lawfully can. The wind is blowing wildly through the car. My hands reached down to Leo's crotch area. I play around the area... without actually touching his erection. If horniness were a person, it'll be Leo.He smirks. "Lara, what are you doing now?""I don't know. I saw something big threa
"You would not fucking dare."That was Professor David's response. His idea of defending me. But does he know he's only making things worse?? Insulting a man like Dean Smith never ends well."Please, sir, I can't get expelled from this school. My life, education would be over. I'd lose my student visa, and be deported from America," I plead, tears flowing uncontrollably down my cheeks.The Dean scowls, then starts looking around the lecture hall in a calm manner. Under the table, at the ceiling, everywhere."What are you searching for, sir?" I had to ask, lips quivering in fear."Oh, don't mind me," he replies, too casual. "Just trying to find some fucks to give about your tears." He pauses to give an evil smirk. "Too bad, Miss Bello... I can't seem to find any."Angrily, David bangs his hands on the table. "I won't let you talk to her that way. Lara is a beautiful, brilliant and ambitious girl. Any man in her life would be lucky. But to me, she's only a student. Nothing but my studen
The charming mask David always wears is almost slipping. He's angry. Angry that I won't let him touch me, that I flinch when he wants to hug me... that I keep mentioning Leo's name. I can see it in his eyes: I can feel it: jealousy, rage, madness. He isn't a man used to being denied. "So after I expressed my feelings for you, you went to another man's house, Lara?"He pronounces my name with the same vitriol attached to the word, WHORE."I didn't go to his house. When I got home, he was already in my room.""Oh, was he? Then I guess that changes everything. I'm no longer mad that you slept with him.""I don't answer to you, David. And I didn't sleep with Leo."He makes an annoyed sound. "You're not even wearing the clothes I told you to wear. I said, wear a crop top, not that."I grip the fringes of my dress, suddenly feeling small. "Who do you think you are to criticize what I wear? I love this dress. Leo loves it too."Another my mention of Leo's name. I did that one to piss David
Lara's POVAfter giving a firm no to his scandalous request, Leonardo reluctantly leaves my room to wait in the living room.I slip on a light blue flowery dress, paired with a white ribbon on my ponytail. Yes, I'll admit it — I'm addicted to filling my wardrobe with flower-printed dresses. Don't judge me, I like to feel girlish.Stepping out of my room, I say to Leo, "Okay, I'm ready."His eyes sweep over me. "You look gorgeous."Even though his compliment is a fact I already know, it makes my heart skip. "I didn't expect you to say that.""I always say what I mean."Before our cheeks turn sore from smiling too hard, we get into his car. His four hundred and something horsepower Cadillac that he always brags about. I'll need all the speed I can get to arrive early for my class.As Leo drives, a comfortable silence settles over us. I watch how his hands grip the steering wheel and how handsome his side view is when focused on the road. So deep in thought.I still can't believe how clo