All Chapters of Love and Lust (Hamartia Trilogy Book 2): Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I didn't know who the man was standing in the far corner of the room, looking as dazed as I am. Tears stained on his cheeks, blue pair of eyes like the Mediterranean ocean locked into my heterochromic ones. His gray shirt was wrinkled and his five o'clock shadow was proof of how he hasn't had time to look after himself for days. "Caterina?" I heard the doctor call, as he dragged something bright into my eyes. Snapping from my confusion, I looked at the doctor who put away his medical light and grabbed the stethoscope that hung from his neck. "Deep breaths, please." I complied, taking deep breaths as he put the end of the instrument on my chest. He pressed it a few inches around the area before removing the other end from his ears. My eyes returned to the stranger's dazed ones. "How are you feeling, Ms. Santelli?" I opened my mouth to answer but as I pushed my

After the somewhat normal argument we had, Lucas created his own little study in the corner of my room. He was busy taking calls and answering emails while I kept myself busy with pointless news. By lunch, I was fed with a different kind of soup. I didn't know what it was exactly. It tasted too good to ask. Turns out, I wasn't allowed to eat food that's hard to swallow. But I was satisfied with the soup I'm fed to complain about. Sigmund visited me late in the afternoon. He apologized for not being able to check earlier. The hospital was busy, he said. This was the hospital I donated to a few years back to keep it running. No wonder the nurses are polite. He checked my wounds and bruises which are as sore as the day I lost my virginity. "Your bruises are fading quicker than they should be. Which is good," he said

"You okay?" Lucas asked gravelly, slightly narrowing his eyes as it adjusted to the darkness. The right part of the room is dark. Only the faint light of the machine kept the door visible. On my left, the window made it well lit. Lucas' face was brightly illuminated with the light coming from his laptop screen. Suddenly his bone structure was improved, highlighted by the glow of his computer. "Uh-huh," I nodded. Turning to my side as I bury a hand under the pillow and the other under my chin, eyes still heavy. Thankfully the wires attached to my body to keep my vitals monitored were long enough for me to move as I please. But the rest of my joints and bruises protested. I see the city lights and the stars clearer than I did in my dream. It's breathtaking. "What are you doing?" I whispered sleepily. "Work," Lucas

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

The following day, Lucas wasn't anywhere in the house which meant he's either out having a run or he's somewhere only God knows. I looked at the brightside. Alone and away from Lucas is what I needed after all those weeks spent with him. Theresa Wills, the British event planner I once liked, called me first thing in the morning before I had my coffee. Which means I was groggy and annoyed. "There aren't any changes, right?" she asked with her thick accent. "We're still going with the flowers and the lace?" "Yes, Theresa," I said nonchalantly as I made my way downstairs for breakfast. "Exactly what I told you." "Okay," she agreed, and although she could hear my irritation, she still kept it professional. "And the cake? Do you have any thoughts about it?"