Chapter Twenty Two

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Amara's POV

It's been a week since we kissed. A week since we talked.

He was always in his office, the usual Italian yelling going on in the back round. I don't know if he's changing the bandage, I don't even think he cares. Whatever, it's not my problem.

His father comes soon and I felt sick. I had no guns, no knives, if he wanted to kill me, I would be defenseless.

Currently, I was in the kitchen, preparing a meal for myself. There were no maids, cooks, no one was here but us.

I think it's been a month. I'm not sure. I no longer had a phone and had no track of the day. I wasn't enjoying this vacation anymore and I wanted to leave. I needed to leave.

My whole mental state had changed, especially since I kissed Luca. God, I kissed him.

The pot sizzled as I poured the pasta inside, the water surrounding the beige noodles.

Do I make some for him? Would he even eat it? Probably not.

I contemplated if I should put more pasta in or not. He hasn't eaten anything today..

I poured the rest of the bag inside. Why? I don't know.

I added the sauce after I drained the water and put in some spices, using the recipe one of our cooks taught me when I was younger.

I put the pasta into two bowls and stopped for a moment. Do I walk in there?

I took a deep breath and grabbed his bowl, walking up the steps toward the closed door.

I knocked on it lightly and when he didn't answer I opened it. He sat at his desk, not doing paper work, but a girl on his lap. A naked girl.

She was moving against him in a very inappropriate way and they immediately stopped when they saw me walk in.

The bowl was still in my hands and Luca's eyes flamed with fury as he watched me open the door.

The girls eyes flamed too, with both jealousy and anger.

What the actual fuck?

I quickly closed the door and ran down the steps, going back to the kitchen.

How did she get in here? I don't remember anyone coming in this morning.

I threw the pasta back into the pot and grabbed my own, running outside to eat.

When the door flew open I knew I was in trouble. The top half of his body was naked and a pair of sweatpants hung on his lower half.

"What the fuck were you doing?" He shouted, slamming the door behind him.

"Do you not know how to fucking knock?!"

I didn't flinch, nor showed any discomfort in the way he was shouting at me. I just continued to eat my pasta.

"I did knock." I said simply, not meeting his deathly stare.

"Obviously you were too busy fucking to notice I brought you food." I said right after, finally turning my eyes toward his.

"Stay out of my office, understood?" He hissed out, going back inside. But I didn't miss him going toward the kitchen, watching in the window as he grabbed a bowl of pasta.

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Luca's POV

Why did I do it? I needed to get it out of my system. With Amara being the only girl around I couldn't take it anymore. If I couldn't fuck her I needed to fuck someone else.

Did I plan on her walking in? No. She wasn't supposed to know at all, and I couldn't help but feel the slight pang of guilt as I watched her eyes widen when she walked in.

What does she expect though? I enjoy having sex with women, they enjoy having sex with me. I will take any opportunity I can get.

What really got me confused is the fact I am sitting at my desk, eating this god damn delicious pasta she made.

Why did it have to taste so good? Why did she have to walk in?

I let out a loud groan and pushed the bowl away. I need to talk to her again. My father will be here in two days and I have to tell her the ground rules.

How do I approach her after I just yelled at her? How do I approach her after what happened?

I need to get my shit together. It doesn't matter how I approach her, it needs to be done.

I finished the pasta quickly and left my office, making my way toward the sink and putting the bowl inside.

I looked out the window and she wasn't there. Where did she go?

I could hear the faint sound of a tv playing in the back round and I walked over toward the large living room.

There she was, laying on the couch, a blanket covering her and a bowl of ice cream in her hands. I didn't even know we had ice cream.

Her gaze snapped toward mine and she squinted her eyes, turning back toward the tv in front of her.

Was that... cartoons?

I sat on the other couch and she didn't budge, not even turning off the tv.

"Turn it off." I said harshly and she still didn't move. So I stood up, walked over toward where her body lay and grabbed the remote off of her stomach

She let out a groan, sitting up from her spot.

"What do you want?" she asked, watching me as I sat down.

I turned off the tv and placed the remote on the table, a far distance away from her.

"My father will be coming soon and I need to go over a few things with you." I started, putting my elbows on my knees.

When she didn't reply, I continued on. "First off, you must always dress up for him. You'll need to wear makeup and a dress all day."

"No fucking way." she said, shaking her head.

"You don't have a choice."

She crossed her arms, the hoodie and sweatpants scrunching up as she did so.

"Second, you can't talk back. My father could kill you if you piss him off so don't say anything stupid."

"And- You'll have to pretend you're having a good time here." I muttered.

She scoffed, "Why should I do that?"

"Because if not, my father will kill you."

"So you're telling me I have to pretend I am enjoying my stay because my life depends on it?" She asked.

"That's utter bullshit." She continued.

"Just listen to those rules and you should stay alive." I said to her, getting up from my spot and tossing the remote back to her.

I didn't say anything as I left, letting out a deep sigh as I made my way toward my office once more.

There is one thing I wish I didn't hope, that my father doesn't kill her once her arrives.

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