Natalie
My heart rate sped up at the
sound of Theresa's voice.
"Yes?"
I hid my fear with a neutral expression.
"I believe you can bring all the paperwork back to the office,and close up without my help today" She
tossed her handbag over her shoulder. "I have a
dinner reservation with a client I would have sent you but you know, how you always mess things up"
"Of—"
She left through the door, Before I could finish talking.
The other employees gave me a sympathetic look, which I answered with aloud sigh, I wasn't the first employee who had a tryant as a boss, and I wouldn't be the last.
By the time finished arranging the paperwork , I dropped them off at her Office, and started my walk home, my forehead was filled with sweat and
my muscles where becoming strained
The streetlights cast a hazy orange
glow over the sidewalks.
It was easier for me to walk home
than take the cab, okay let's be real I can't afford a cab,those things are as expensive as hell .
I shouldn't have been looking at my phone while walking, especially at this time of the night, but that's me , always doing the wrong thing at the wrong time.
I opened up the message I'd received that afternoon and stared at it, waiting..., wait exactly was I waiting for???
For the message to magically disappear maybe,one, two, three,one to three I could feel my anxiety rising again.
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"Ms. Moretti."
The velvet, deep and rich voice brushed my skin i stopped me
in my tracks.
A shiver of fear and desire awakened, feeding it self deep in my skin.
I recognized that voice any where any time...
I'd heard it a few times in my life, but that was enough to engrave it into my mind,just like the owner of the voice, it was unforgettable.
Anxiety flickered in my chest I turned my head, my
gaze traveling over the slick decoration of his car,
the black Ferrari pulled up beside me before it reached the rolled-down
passenger window and the owner in question.
My heart slowed down for a minute , he's dark brown hair and those orbs that says fuck me,his face so exquisitely it could've been
sculpted by a god's himself.
Luca Marino was
CEO of an elite company ,he also happened to be the owner of the building where I lived, the most beautiful, most dangerous man
I'd ever met.
I inhaled a small breath. Released. And smiled.
"Mr. Marino." My reply apperantly didn't please him,
Apparently,he wanted to be in control always
Luca's eyes never left mine
My heart slowed another fraction of a beat.
"Bad time for a walk dont you think so?" His observation was even annoying than his
stare.
Heat rushed to my face damnnnn "It's not that bad."
It was only then that I noticed the alarming rate at which I could have been in danger.
"My apartment is only ten minutes away," I tried to reason…I didn't
know what I was doing,I probably seemed stupid by walking through the city in at this time, I guess perhaps I should've taken the cab or something.
"I'll give you a ride."
He also lived at the penthouse but not that frequently,so it made sense. In fact, his apartment was
only just three floor above mine.
The thought of sitting in a confined space with luca, even for a few
minutes, filled me with a sense of panic.
"I'm sure you have better things to do than drive me
around" The words slipped out in a mess
I finished my near incoherent speech breathlessly
I was getting better at saying no, but I still blabbed myself every
time.
"Does that make sense?" I added when Lucas remained silent.
"It doesnt." he finally spoke, his tone and expression unreadable.
"Good." The words came out "Then I'll let you
—" wait whatttttt thaaaaa
The sound of the door unlocking interrupted me.
"Get in the car, Natalie",I didn't have to be told twice
I got in the car.
I told myself it was because of the possibility of getting kidnapped but I knew that was a lie.
It was the sound of my name,and the
authority that made my body obeyed ,
For a man I barely knew, he had more power over me than almost
anyone else.
Luca pulled away from the curb and turned a dial on the dashboard.
A second later, heat blasted from the vents and warmed my frigid skin.
The car smelled like rich leather and expensive spices and it was eerily
clean. No wrappers, no half-empty coffee cups, not even a speck of dirt,
I sank deeper into my seat and looking at the man next to me.
"You always get your way, don't you?" I asked lightly, trying to make a joke he slid a brief glance in my direction before focusing on the road again.
"Not always."
Instead of dissolving, the tension thickened and slipped into my veins,
I turned my head and stared out the windshield, too thrown off by the
day's events to attempt more conversation.
The anxiety crawling their way up my chest and into my throat didn't help.
I was supposed to be the calm one, the one that was supposed to remain calm during the storm.
worrying about every little thing that could go wrong the next day or the next minute
I was supposed to be perfect.
I kept on twirling my hair
My parents would probably love luca ,he was as perfect He was
Rich. Good-looking. Well-mannered.
I wish I was like him,maybe then my parents would have been proud of me smhh,
I fixed my eyes on the road again, but my nose was filled with the
scent of his cologne and my skin flexed with awareness at the way his
muscles flexed with each turn of the wheel.
I shouldn't have gotten in the car...