CHAPTER FORTY FIVE

LUCA'S POV.

I was going to go crazy with want for Scarlett, I was certain of it. Even after the mindless hook up I'd had with that random woman, all I'd been able to think about was her and her scent, her dark long hair, her green eyes that held so many secrets I suddenly wanted to know, everything about her was driving me care at this point.

When I'd gotten back to the hotel room after the encounter with Penelope Cruz, I'd been so pissed with myself as her, that I hadn't even given her a second glance or a word before I just went straight to bed. It was when I woke up the next morning and caught sight of her holding onto the blankets as she lay with her neck craned weirdly on the floor, that the guilt started to eat so deep into me that I felt disgusted and frustrated with myself.

I couldn't mistake what I was feeling at that point for anything else, I'd been feeling guilty. Extremely guilty. Something I had eliminated from my life a long time ago since what had happened with my da