LUCA'S POV.FEW HOURS AGO.As I stepped out of my sleek black car, the weight of anticipation settled on my shoulders. I took a deep breath, straightened my tie, and walked towards the towering glass doors of Richardson's company. The street lamps cast a golden glow on the polished exterior, somehow reflecting the optimism that pulsed within me. I was impressed. The surroundings exuded an air of professionalism, a testament to the success and ambition of the man and his company. As I approached the entrance, I dismissed my bodyguard and then the the security guard nodded in recognition, a subtle gesture that acknowledged my status as a visitor of importance and I appreciated that.Stepping into the pristine lobby, I was greeted by a bright, minimalist design that exuded sophistication. The hushed whispers of conversations and the clicking of heels on marble floors filled the air, creating an atmosphere of focused determination. I couldn't help but marvel at the seamless blend of fu
SCARLETT'S POV.The look on Luca's face as he stared at Matt and I said it all, he wasn't impressed at all, but it was obvious that he was trying so hard not to show much on his face. Embarassed, I quickly got up and straightened my shirt that had ridden up due to the fall."You're back ... Uhhh," I said, hating myself for actually sounding like a cheating wife that just got caught. What the hell was it with my breathing.I took a sideway glance at Matt and watched as he got up nonchalantly, not in anyway acting like me."We weren't doing anything, you know," I said, hating my voice for breaking at the end. Luca simply gave Matt a look before he faced me and said, "whatever it was, I don't care. I need to talk to you."I felt even more embarassed at the way he'd casually said he didn't care, which I shouldn't because actually he has no reason to care about it. Asides from the fact that Matt is his best friend, there was no reason for him to be mad."About what?" I asked, shifting in
LUCA'S POV.I sighed heavily as I collapsed onto the plush leather seat in my office. Another long day as the CEO had drained every ounce of energy from my body. The weight of responsibilities and endless meetings had taken their toll, leaving me exhausted and craving some respite.And you know what sucked? Despite having all these workload and stress on my shoulders, my stupid mind still had time to think about Scarlett. Particularly about the position I'd walked in on her with Matt.Matt. I liked to believe he wasn't interested in her in anyway because if he was then I was going to kill him. No, not because of what you are thinking, of course not.I wasn't jealous or any of that shit. I'd just be really pissed to find out that my best friend was admiring my possession, something that clearly belonged to me. Nobody and I mean nobody ever messed with what was mine. Just as I closed my eyes, my phone buzzed, interrupting my brief moment of tranquility. I picked it up and saw a text f
SCARLETT'S POV.As the lecturer started backing his things, signaling the end of another grueling day at school, I gathered my textbooks and notes, ready to escape the confines of the lecture halls and immerse myself in the freedom of the weekend. Abby, my ever-enthusiastic and equally exhausted friend, joined me by my side, her face lighting up with a contagious smile."Finally! We made it, Scarlett!" she exclaimed dramatically and I laughed at her silliness. We had survived another week of intense classes, endless readings, and mind-boggling legal jargon. That was how exam weeks were, totally gruesome and frustrating. And I couldn't say the thought of the next three weeks stretching before us, devoid of textbooks and case briefs, wasn't exhilarating.Together, we navigated through the maze of students streaming out of the building, their conversations blending into a symphony of equal relief to be done with the exams and for the break that awaited us. As we walked, Abby's voice bu
LUCA'S POV.As I walked through the front door, the echoes of my disappointing golf game at the club still reverberated in my mind, and also the thoughts of how crazy my life had become. The frustration and irritation clung to me like a heavy burden, weighing down my steps. I longed for the solace of my room, hoping that its familiar embrace would help ease my troubled thoughts.But just as I entered the living room, my weariness was abruptly shattered by an unexpected sight. I stopped in my tracks. What the fuck? There, sprawled across the couch, lay Scarlett, seemingly lost in a peaceful slumber while dressed in a tank top and short shorts. My initial reaction was one of anger; how could she be so careless as to lounge around in such a revealing outfit? It was as if she had deliberately set out to provoke me, to taunt my already frayed nerves. I looked around her and noticed the remote control was nestled under her thigh and I gritted my teeth. So maybe she had just been watching
SCARLETT'S POV. "I can't believe you're actually doing this," Abby said on the phone for the upteenth time now. She was acting like the whole seducing and ruining of Luca idea thing wasn't hers in the first place."Like, you're actually, actually going to be a seductress for two weeks," her tone held amusement now and my lips curved up too.I couldn't lie, the thought of seducing Luca for a whole two weeks was kind of exciting to me. I was actually finding myself looking forward to doing it. I stuffed the last short shorts I owned into my travel bag and said, "yes Abby. Your best friend is going to unlock a side of her she never knew was there. You'll see don't worry." Luca had specially told me to be ready in fifteen minutes because we were supposed to get to the airport in an hour and half, but I purposely decided to stall for sometime. And that was why I called Abby to talk, to give myself a morale boost and also while away some time. Why? Well, it was because I wanted Luca to
SCARLETT'S POV. As I stepped out of the sleek, black sedan that whisked us away from the mansion, the bustling atmosphere of the airport enveloped me. The sound of rolling suitcases, the chattering voices, and the occasional announcement over the intercom filled the air. Adjusting the strap of my handbag and smoothing my sweaty palms down my leggings, I glanced at my husband, beside me who was looking as normal as ever. Unlike me. I was really nervous. This was probably my fourth time at the airport but that didn't mean I'd gotten used to the procedures to it and all that. It had been like that since I'd been a little girl and I could remember one time when I was ten that I'd thrown up immediately the plane started to take off. That day I'd been so embarassed, I hid in my mother's arms throughout the rest of the flight. Thinking of flying in the air still sent shivers through my spine, and despite the fact that the goal I'd given myself today was to be confident and outgoing today,
SCARLETT'S POV. As I stepped out of the car, the grandeur of the hotel in front of us overwhelmed me. Its towering facade gleamed in the afternoon sun, hinting at the luxury that awaited inside. I turned towards Luca to see his reaction and of course he didn't look impressed. What was I thinking? He probably had been to even more luxurious hotels than this. This was nothing new to him. When the big guy had bidden us farewell and driven away, I couldn't help the tinge of excitement that rushes in my veins as we approached the entrance, our footsteps echoing on the marble floor. It all felt so exclusive, I actually felt like one of those billionaire wives in those reality shows I used to find silly. Now, I could see why many women could kill to marry a billionaire. There was just this feeling that came with the fact that every one respected your husband. But obviously I was never going to let myself get carried away. Kevin was still the goal at the end of the day, getting him back.