The Bear Chef Luca 소설 & 이야기

Luca retorted as he undid his tie and dropped it on the table. “You look exhausted, did that proud CEO make you work your ass out?” She asked as she arranged the plates on the dining table carefully. “Exhausted? Proud?” Luca sat on the sofa instantly, picking up the remote before him. “You must have done your research on Mr Beaufort and I did not work my ass off today, I was treated like a king.” Grandma scoffed as she dished out the food gently. “I saw his picture on the internet earlier, he looked like a perfect gentleman.” She paused then raised her head to look at Luca who glued his eyes to the TV “Your boss must love elderly people right?”

she continued. "I said I don't know what your talking about," he said louder. "Come on bro, just admit it, we all know it, well, all except you," Leonardo says with a chuckle. Luca clenches his jaw, getting up abruptly, knocking the chair over, grabbing the attention of many diners. Taking a deep breath, "I have things to do, goodbye," he said before leaving the restaurant. Fuck, I need a drink, Luca thought to himself, getting into the car.

My eyelids were practically glued together. Just as I pushed open the heavy iron door, I saw Luca standing in the cold wind holding a thermal lunch box, dew forming on his eyebrows. He handed me steaming hot pasta and thick soup, his mouth still stubborn: "Leftovers from the restaurant next door. It’d be a waste to throw them out. You need to eat on time." My colleague, Marco, poked his head out and laughed: "Luca, didn't you force the Michelin chef at that place to wake up in the middle of the night to make this? You almost pulled your gun when we asked for a bite, and now you’re being generous?"

Goddess knew how long he must've wanted to share that stuff and get the burden off his chest. Luca did not respond. Instead, he focused on dishing out the meal he had been preparing simultaneously to keep his hands occupied. Only he knew what was going through his head. Luca did not speak until he had dished out the steaming meal and set up a makeshift dining table with the three of them sitting around it. As he served Xavier and Zoe, he only poured a glass of water for himself. Once he had gulped it down, he resumed, #### Luca's POV

As I land on all fours I stretch out and shake my fur to get the rest of the skin and blood off. My bear's name is Yona. It's Cherokee for bear. Our mate stood there smiling like a lunatic. "Holy crap. This is amazing. You are so furry." She walked up and started running her hands through our dark brown fur. She didn’t even mind getting a bit of blood on her hands. It was mostly off but there was always a bit left. Humans were usually terrified of Yona. He has a huge scar on his right eyelid. Another scar on his side and a huge scar down the left side of his ribs. All from war. All from trying to defend his people and the people who stood up for him.

Becky and her blunt words. Larin laughed good-naturedly. “He’s taller than I am, and his bear is a more honey colour.” This time it was Evan who dropped his toast on his plate. “Bear? What, he’s bringing a pet bear with you?” “No, well yes, I guess we all bring our bear with us. Remember, I said we’re duel-natured.” “Right. You still need to prove that one.” Gemma drank half her coffee before she heard something that made her spit it out.

The line went dead and the phone was immediately switched off. Aurora heaved a sigh before pulling the door open. .... Mrs Genovese and Andrea were settling down for dinner when Luca and Leo came in. Luca narrowed his dark eyes since he didn't find Aurora at the table. Meanwhile Leo had hurriedly put off his suit jacket and hurried to the table. "God, I'm famished!" he exclaimed as he helped himself to the food. He raised his eyes and gazed at Luca who was deep in thoughts. "Seriously,man? After all that days work you're gonna stand there and pretend you're not hungry?"

Luca strolled over and draped an arm around my shoulders, playing the part of the doting fiancé perfectly. It wasn't until he leaned in that I saw it—the smear of lipstick on his collar and the fresh hickey blooming on Fiona’s neck. I slumped back onto the barstool, my soul feeling like it had been hollowed out. I dug my nails into my palms so hard they bled, trying to keep the tears from spilling over. His friends started badgering him in Sicilian, fishing for the dirty details. Luca, perhaps feeling a flicker of guilt, glanced at me before sitting down and pulling me into his lap.

Two shirtless Alphas and a fully clothed one with a glare that could shatter stone. And food… So. Much. Food. Luca flipped a steak with flair like he was auditioning for an Italian cooking show. Harley quietly plated a perfectly seared salmon filet on a black ceramic dish. Gavin was sipping a beer in the corner, watching like he was two seconds from walking away or burning the whole patio down. “What in the world is going on?” I asked. Three heads turned. Luca beamed. “You’re just in time, dolcezza.”