I hadn't thought about my future until it unfurled before me. I thought I was going to run everything, but I guess people were willing to ruin before it started. Many of you may remember Luca and Asher. Asher being my ex and baby daddy and Luca being the guy I swore to never get involved with again. Apparently I'm not much of a somebody to decide what happens to me.
Some people might say it's good that I married Luca. Most of them hated Asher. They thought he was a douche. Sometimes my friends expressed how they felt about him coming over whenever he was in town. It was like seeing another side of them. I had never seen them love my boyfriend so much. Yet, it was the same for Luca. After Samantha claimed he was hers, everyone hated him even more.
After his plan to have me break up with Asher backfired on the both of us, I never saw much of my ex-boyfriend. He steered clear of me, never once asking if I was in love with Luca. I know I left him with a child, but I wouldn't dare take the kid back to America with me. I didn't even try to take full custody. The child was his and I didn't care to see either of them again. Or so I thought.
You may think that I was being hard, but I wasn't. Life is life. Sometimes it goes your way and sometimes it doesn't. Asher just got the short end of the stick even though it may not seem like it. His aunt was a nice lady. My cousins were his best friends. His cousins may not have seemed loving, but they'd do anything to help Asher keep his stupid bad boy reputation.
The fact that we all had to follow some plan they had laid out for each of us was dumb. Asher was sent back to France by his aunt. There, he raised our son and did some other crap I never asked him about. Luca...he was stuck with me. Or was I stuck with him? He was the one being paid to marry me, so I guess I'm stuck with him. It's weird, because out of all of us, I believe Asher got the best life.
A couple of weeks ago, I got a call from him. He was talking about moving back to America. Possibly New York. I wasn't worried, because he wouldn't be near me. I thought maybe I'd use visiting Ian as an excuse to go see him and not be caught by Luca. That plan changed though.
While he was talking to me, I heard our kid in the background laughing at something. I thought it was him watching TV or something, but it was not. Asher explained to me that he had his girlfriend over and you're talking about jealous baby mama. I calmly said I was busy and politely slammed the phone down.
Luca...I don't know what to say about him. He ruins the lives of women who pretend not to know any better. Like Samantha and his "ex-girlfriend" Sha'Kayla. I swear the two of them were plotting against me. If it wasn't Sha'Kayla calling the house, then it was Samantha coming to the house when I'm working. How did the reporters not catch that? Maybe she paid them not to say anything or something. I could see her doing just that. Trying to protect her already corrupt image.
Just two days ago, Luca came home early in the morning. I usually enforced the go sleep on couch rule, because I knew he had been with another woman. That morning, he jumped right into bed, pulling me closer to him. Me being half asleep wasn't worried about him being all touchy. I just wanted a warm body and to finally cuddle with someone. He then proceeded to tell me what he had done that before he came home.
"...Today is our anniversary. I couldn't find anything to give you. They were all cheap and dull," He murmured. "Why is it so hard to please you?"
I nearly turned over and smacked the crap out of him. Why was it hard to please me?! That's not the question he should be asking. Why is it so hard for him to stop cheating? I'd gladly answer that one for him. It's pitiful how I fell for that. I thought since it was our anniversary, he would refrain from being a dick and pretend I was the only woman in the
world. I should have known that was a lie the minute I thought that.
Enough about how crappy my life had become. There were some perks. It wasn't our wedding anniversary at this point. It had been maybe a year or three after we had been officially assigned as engaged. I was walking down the street back to our house after a short early evening run. The sun was going down and the people who were walking around were in groups of three or more. I was more or less alone and thought I would be for eternity if I ever married Luca for real.
I didn't comprehend what had happened until I was being driven away. I didn't even scream or anything. When my boss explained to me what had happened a couple of years after being hired, I had to laugh. I was the type of person who was slow mentally. If I had known I was being "kidnapped", I would have roundhoused all the guys involved. Didn't matter, because they found out what I could do only weeks after. Who says a girl can't be an agent?
That's right. Your girl was kidnapped to be an agent in the state of California. I didn't like the name we were under, but who was I to complain. I was a rookie and I'm sure my seniors had already expressed their hate for the unoriginal name. We couldn't call ourselves the CIA anyway. It would be like copying the actual CIA and I don't like copying. I enjoyed being here. Until I found out they had gotten to Luca also. Can't I just have something to myself?
"...So, you're an agent too?" I asked.
"Yeah. How'd they get you?" He assessed me with a sour expression.
"Kidnapping. I actually hadn't registered what happened until I was in the car." I shrugged.
"I wouldn't expect any less," He muttered. "Sounds like you."
I was appalled. Luca was always like that and the fact that he was being rude now proved to me that he was displeased at their choice. Again, he was always like that. He didn't like sharing with me nor did I like sharing with him. I guess this also made way for him to cheat on me more. Like I wouldn't know what was going on when he stayed out later than midnight. There was a thing called a phone and a person named Adrien.
There was another time which made me doubt our marriage. One night, I was walking home by myself. Again. I didn't get kidnapped this time. I was walking past a nightclub when I heard a couple laughing. I thought nothing of it, because I heard this a lot when I took walks. I don't know why I chose to walk past the nightclubs, but I did. I was going past and pretending I was lost in thought when I heard the girl say the guy's name.
"Luca, stop it or I'll hit you. That tickles," She squealed. "Stop..."
Her little plea turned into a slight moan and I almost threw up in my mouth. Luca was at it again and I was witnessing it. I paused behind a group of drunk guys like it was the smartest thing in the world. I recognized Luca immediately, happy that he had decided to dye his hair tips. The girl I couldn't recognize. Maybe she was one of the girls he randomly picked up off the street. Who knew what he was sleeping with?
I wish I had walked away when I had the chance. To stop being nosey and pretend my husband was loyal and I hadn't caught him cheating on me. The girl turned her head and looked at the group of men whom I had stopped behind. His face caught in the flickering light of the lamppost nearby. I retched silently and sprinted away.
Samantha. She was at it again. Next time I saw her with him, she was going to wish she hadn't picked the man she was going after. I had a little something for her. Just you wait.