Chapter 5 I'm going

home. The little one doesn't say anything, just blinks his eyes and raises his arms. - Lazy. - He murmurs before picking up the boy. I let out a groan when I finally move my arms and stand up, cracking my heart out, still watching David fail to hold back his laughter. - I really laughed, boss, I really laughed, I'm going to support Hayley in going on strike. He frowns at the same time and it's my turn to laugh. - Don't joke about serious things. I walk with him to the room where I left my bag. - Do you need a ride? - He asks and I see Lucca coming back. - No, I came by car.

- I say, picking up my bag and he nods. - Can I talk to you? - David answers for me, giving us space by calling the elevator. - I'm going, good night. - He says and I only see the unfortunate man's smile before the doors close. - Did Aurora give you trouble? - He asks as he takes off his blazer and rolls up the sleeves of his shirt. I look away so I don't die right now. - No way, she and Sam together are a hurricane, but we just have to talk a lot, like, a lot and give them food and they'll be happy. - He laughs. I say focused on his eyes and not on his body that is now without a tie and his damn hands in his pants pocket tensing the muscles of his arms. Thank God for peripheral vision. - Two hurricanes, for sure. - He takes a step forward without getting in my way. - Can I pick you up on Saturday? You can pick me up whenever you want. I think but don't say, biting the inside of my cheek. - Sure, at eight? - Great, princess. - He whispers and before doing anything crazy I say goodbye. - Good night. - I say entering the elevator and still see his sexy, mischievous smile. - Buona notte Olivia. Chapter 07 A date, right, what's wrong with that? It's nothing big. I'm not a virgin teenager to be nervous like that. The whole problem is that the date is with a super hot Italian. Lucca is intense, damn, intense as hell, he's a man, as he himself said. I think Hayley was right, I was looking in the wrong place. I am the flirtatious type, but after a while the guys no longer want anything serious. Seriously, I'm twenty-six fucking years old. I want a family, a guy to sleep with, kids running around the house, you know, I want the whole package, I'm the type who dreams of getting married in a church with a huge veil. From the moment I saw Lucca my heart jumped, spun and I couldn't breathe, I knew he wasn't the type of guy to play around, he's determined, he knows what he wants and that scares me. Actually, it terrifies me because I've never been with anyone like that. But I'm going to enjoy Lucca Ricci's intensity. ●●● Wearing a long-sleeved wine-colored blouse with a super deep V-neckline and an almost bare back, black pumps as well as high-waisted pants that are tighter than my uterus, but that make my ass look beautiful, I grab my small bag and go down the stairs of the building. - Molto bella principessa. You look beautiful. - He whispers, staring at my cleavage, making me blush like an idiot and I see him shake his head before focusing on my eyes again. - Thank you Italian. - He smiles and opens the car door for me, getting in within seconds. - Ready to eat the best thing in life? - I raise my eyebrows in a challenge. - Show me and let's see. He shakes his head, smiling, making me sure that he thought something stupid like me. ●●● - Christ. - I mumble, almost moaning as I eat a pizza. - God, this is so good. Yes, my friends, he brought me to a pizzeria that he says is the one that most resembles real Italian cuisine. And you know what, I liked it. If he took me to one of the fancy restaurants he must be used to going to, I would be embarrassed. - I warned you. - He says, wiping his mouth. - There's no better pizza than Italian. - He brags and I roll my eyes but I have to agree. - Unfortunately, it's true. - I knew you'd admit that eventually. - Don't brag too much, Ricci. - Okay. - He raises his hands and then rests his elbows on the table, looking at me. - My mother will be happy to know that her future daughter-in-law enjoys Italian cuisine. - I almost spit out the wine I'm drinking and widen my eyes. - Lucca... - I try to say something but nothing comes out. - Relax, princess, everything in its own time. - And I still smile. - She would think you're cool. - Or crazy. - I mumble. - My sister says she's the joy of the house and I'm the brains. - I say, trying to get around the subject, and I think it works. - What do you mean? - Donatella is cheerful, playful, you know, always has been, but I'm more on the right track, if there's a problem I'm the kind of person who helps solve it. So if my father has problems I'm the solution, and if he's sad she cheers him up. - I say smiling - Like a team. - I affirm. - That's right, like a team. - Is it just the three of you? - He asks and I'm glad he didn't ask right away. - Yes, and we're very close. - I understand, my mother now divides her time between New York to be close to me and Aurora, and Italy to be with Adam. - Hayley told me about the Ricci building. - I scoff and he lets out a laugh that's nice to hear. - She's called it that since the first time, it was the way the three of us stayed close. Three. He didn't say about his father, but I'll respect what he did to me and not ask. - I want to take you to two places but I don't know which one to choose. - He runs his fingers over his chin over his visible beard. - One is lively, but you've never been to the other. - I raise an eyebrow in disbelief. - You know I was born and raised in this city, right? It's almost impossible to find a place I've never even heard of. - Want to bet? - A smile plays on his lips and I smile confidently. - Let's go. Soon we're in his car with a light and relaxed conversation. Talking to Lucca is easy, he likes to talk, but not to the extreme, and at the same time it's not trivial things, but it also gives me space to chatter. - I've been here. - I murmur when I see us in front of the building where he lives. We enter a half-hidden underground garage and head to the elevator as soon as we get out of the car. - But not where I'm taking you. - He whispers and I widen my eyes making him laugh. - Don't think nonsense, princess, not yet. - I haven't thought of anything. - I shrug my shoulders looking away. - Ready? - He asks after an eternity when we stop and the doors open. - Fuck.