Lucas
~*~Finally, we were leaving the suffocating air of the hospital. Almost a month, and I could finally go back to my version of a normal life without Sigmund breathing down my neck. I could get a real meal, a real shower, and get a real fucking sleep without watching and worrying about Mari.
Yes, Mari. Tsk.
Where do I start with this woman? Spending days with her changed things—changed me. I've watched her sleep sometimes, bought her meals she needed and wanted every damn fucking day, and snapped at the nurses whenever they made Mari squirm or groan. At first it was just me trying to be there for her in exchange for her putting her life in dan
We had two more quickies before his dick calmed down. Shower sex was never my strong suit because it required so much leg work. My own pair has a mind of their own when there's a dick nearby. But I enjoyed it with Lucas, nonetheless. After our session, we both showered together, made out a little longer like teenagers. It was different, of course. No, I didn't let Lucas wash my hair, and no, I didn't wash his body. We were fucking grown ups in a hurry for our wedding. It was a little too intimate for me, and I don’t think Lucas and I are at that level in our relationship. In fact, I don’t know if we’ll ever be.We were quick to fuck and even quicker to shower. Time was running, and I was starving. Sex always makes me hungry."You know I'm thinking about your offer on eloping," Lucas says.We
Coconuts will forever be my comfort scent, I thought as I close my eyes and inhale the coconut-scented candles and essential oil.I woke up this morning feeling like a nervous wreck. But my nerves are now calm thanks to the three sticks of cigarettes, and a glass of wine I had for breakfast. Now I'm in the bath, my safe place, the only room in the house I know nobody could barge in. Not even Chase. Savor the moment, Caterina, my inner voice soothes. The last bath I'll have as a single woman. Just like the sleep I had last night was my last slumber as a Santelli. If you can call it sleep. I was tossing and turning the entire night, restless and frustrated that I cannot seem to find the right spot. I felt like I just closed my eyes when the alarm went off.Today's the day. The day I officially started my mission to kill the people who had the audacity to exile my
It was the last fucking supper.The last dinner that I'll have before I officially become a De Marchi and I am sitting on the table filled with mouthwatering Italian dishes alone.Fucking house! Where the goddamn hell is Lucas?The entire day, my stomach was turning. I was in a shitty mood because of the nerves. All I wanted was to have a breakdown for a few hours, and remind myself how much of a bad bitch I am after. But no time for that. Instead, I poured the feeling of uneasiness to Theresa Wills who arrived before I woke up and decided to have alterations of her own. Tough luck, sister. This is my wedding. I gave her the bitch stare all day
You really need to fake it until you make it. I've never understood that shit before I favored that pink dress from my usual black jumpsuits. The dress was a gift from Chase. He gave it to me for Christmas. He knows I don't like flowy dresses. It was a nuisance to move around and try to cover your privates in case you needed to run. It was the bow around the waist that ruined it for me. Yet I was still a good friend and kept the dress. I knew it would be put to good use. I just reminded myself to burn it before the day ends.I needed to blend in. It was my plan of distracting Lucas' mother. From what? From my dying—probably dead—father. I needed to make her think that I was busying myself with this wedding and not with other things. She needs to see my domesticated side. A side that I clearly do not have but had the chance to develop in under an hour. It's amazing what pressure can do to a pers
Lucas~*~ I couldn't help but gape at Mari. It took every drop of self control for me not to order her to get on the table and ask her politely to strip off her robe. I wondered what she was wearing underneath the silk fabric. Or if she's wearing any. I mentally ordered my dick to knock it off before I embarrass myself with a fucking hard on while we eat. It was oddly satisfying seeing Mari like this; hair damp, barefooted, on the head of the fucking table like she's the goddamn queen. If my father waltz in the dining area and sees Mari on the head of the table and not me, he'd flip. But I let it because my girl is powerful, she deserved to be on that spot, deserved to be treated like queen despite her pettiness last night. She was sexy as hell, with her smirk and her pale legs c
I woke up and my eyes immediately focused on the bottle of aspirin and the glass of water on my bedside table. Thank God! Groaning, I reach for them, fighting off the growing headache from the night before. I reminded myself to take it easy with the help today.Three realizations hit me as I pop two tablets in my mouth, finishing the water in three big gulps. One, I realized how petty I reacted to the situation with Lucas. The one where I put a bullet on his thigh, and the one where I let him sleep without a blanket. He deserved it, but I know that I wouldn't hear the end of it once we actually get married. Which is why I decided to shrug it off, and finally be the big girl that I am. Two, I remembered that today was my fitting day with that gown that has been sitting in my closet for months. I'd finally get to try the laced veil that was hand sewn and shipped from Russia, courtesy of Cassandra, Lucas' friend and his family's personal seamstress. I noticed how people like Sigmund, and