Luca

“No, I’m staying here.” I stated like the petulant fifteen year old he saw

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“PARTIES OVER! GET OUT!” Luca shouted to the whole room now, and the music was cut dead instantly. He certainly knew how to kill a good vibe and the rest of the room agreed with me as they groaned and argued against him.

“FUCK OFF ALL OF YOU!” He roared and pushed his way in between Vinnie and me.

I’m not sure if he thought I couldn’t hear what he said next, or whether he really cared if I had overheard.

“You don’t ever get to touch her again, do you understand?” He snarled aggressively at Vinnie. “She’s not like the rest of the whores here she’s different.”

“I know that boss, and I like her. I really like her.”

Oh no, that wasn’t the response I had expected and I wished I’d listened to Gina’s advice from earlier in the night. Vinnie was a good guy, the last thing I wanted was to string him along. I’d fucked up big time tonight, but I’d deal with the fall out tomorrow with a clear head. No good could come from trying to instigate a ‘we can only ever be friends’ chat with Vinnie at this moment. I was too emotional to have any sort of chat with either one of them.

So I chose to ignore them both and slopped off to the staircase to escape to my room. My mind a jumble of emotions and desires for a tall dark brooding asshole I knew would chew me up and spit me out. Once inside I threw myself onto the bed and buried my head into the pillow. I felt as if I was on an emotional rollercoaster, Luca was the head fuck not me. One minute he pushes me away, then he warns his men to stay away from me as if he wants me for himself. He tells me off for how I act then he buys me clothes and things to make me more comfortable. I had zero idea what he thought about me, or where I stood.

Don’t get me wrong I loved winding him up, getting under his skin, but it seemed his game was a hell of a lot more devious and calculated than mine, and it twisted me up in ways I’d never experienced before. I wasn’t sure how much longer I could take the mind games before I finally cracked. I wasn’t even sure I wanted to play these games any more. I think he had become a better player than me over the years, but I’d never admit that out loud to anyone.

I rolled onto my back to stare absentmindedly at the window and hopefully drift off to sleep when the bedroom door slammed open hitting the wall. I rolled back around to face the music; I already knew who was standing there.

“What do you want Luca I’m trying to get to sleep?”

“What the fuck was all that about downstairs Chloe?”

I sat up glaring daggers at him now, ready to unleash my full arsenal.

“You’re not my fucking father Luca, you can’t throw your weight around and warn guys off. I mean who the hell do you think you are? You haven’t bothered to contact me in seven years, not a letter, a phone call, nothing. I’ve been here one day and you’re already dictating what I wear, who I talk to, what I do.”

He stalked towards me his whole body going rigid with fury and he pointed his finger at me, drilling holes into my soul with his devil eyes.

“It’s for your own good. You need telling Chloe, you’re a fucking liability half the time. I never know what you’re gonna do next. You’re too unpredictable, you’re dangerous.”

There it was in a nut shell. I was too unpredictable, I’d waltzed into his perfectly ordered world and fucked it up for him. I lifted onto my knees now so I could try to meet him on the same level.

“I didn’t even want to be here in the first place!” I jabbed my own finger at his chest and he took a step back as if my making contact with him would scorch his skin. The evil glare in his eyes dulled slightly and were replaced by…I’m not even sure…was that confusion? Regret? Trepidation? “Tomorrow morning I’m gone. I’m taking my unpredictable ass back to my apartment and I hope I never see your scowling face ever again. Then you can fuck as many women as you want here without me cramping your style and making things awkward for you. Happy now?”

Those tricky to read eyes bugged out of his head in shock. Yes I knew that one, go me!

“You are going nowhere.” He snarled with the vein pulsing in his neck almost bursting now and his teeth clenched so tight he was liable to crack them.

“You stay here until I tell you it’s safe to leave. Trust me, when it’s time to go I’ll happily drive you home myself.”

I huffed my annoyance and folded my arms across my chest. My eyes were reduced to slits of fury and contempt for his bossy, stick up his ass way of dealing with me. However even I couldn’t deny that his domineering bossy stance also made me feel lust and fire in my veins it always had. My nerves spiked and my breathing deepened to a pant. I sneakily squeezed my legs together to intensify the growing pulse and flutter his power trip was creating down there. If he carried on he could probably make me come without even leaving the doorway.

He crossed his own arms in mirror to my own stance and steadied his breathing.

“You are one spoilt brat Chloe Ellis do you know that?” I rolled my eyes.

“I’m trying to protect you here and all you do is act up, cause me grief, upset my men and then throw a tantrum. What the hell was that about tonight? What? You’re gonna whore yourself out to the first guy that shows you some attention?”

Oh hell no, he did not just go there!

“Fuck you!” My lust rolled into anger then boiled over into vengeance. “You know what, I haven’t dated anyone for over four years, not even kissed a guy and you have the nerve to call me a whore. I’m not the one with the Madame on speed dial providing round the clock fucks tailored to their every need.”

His face fell and I could have sworn he gasped but it was so soft I couldn’t tell. He dropped his gaze to the floor then spoke with a slight crack to his voice.

“You have no idea what you’re fucking talking about Chloe. You know fuck all about me or my life.”