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Adelyn Laurent; the only child to the rulers of the French Mafia. Treated nothing less than a princess her whole life, she dreamt of travelling the world, escaping her father's strict gaze and starting her very own French Patisser...
I wake up to find myself lying in an empty bed. Still feeling numb from last nights events, I sit up and look around.
I can't help but look at Luca when he finally emerges from the bathroom. My breath gets caught in my lungs when I see him dripping wet from the shower, with just a towel wrapped around his waist. To my amusement, the towel is wrapped low, revealing his perfect V-line.
"Well when you're done staring get up and dress in something formal," he smirks at me,
I feel a blush cover my cheeks, "Why formal?" I ask, trying to brush over his first comment.
"Because it's a special occasion," his eyes crinkle as he smiles widely at me,
"How so?" I ask, suspicious of how this could turn out,
"Just trust me," he winks, before walking back into his bathroom.
I reluctantly get out of Luca's bed and walk over to my room.
I scavenge through my wardrobe before finally settling on an outfit. I don't know if it's formal enough but it's cute so I'm wearing it regardless.
Her outfit:
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I hurriedly put my hair up in a black claw-clip, figuring since he's already seen my tattoo I don't have to hide it anymore.
I walk back into his room and see him standing in front of his mirror buttoning up a black dress shirt.
He looks at me and smiles as I sit down on his bed. "Beautiful," he says softly, his eyes shining as he looks at my outfit.
I smile as I notice he doesn't eye-fuck me like yesterday and patiently sit down on his bed, petting Duchess as she jumps up on my lap.
I'm not sure how I feel. I suppose I should forgive Luca for what he said yesterday, but then again he hurt me. His words hurt and he knows it. I know I should forgive him but I don't know what to feel. It's like I've been stripped of all emotions.
I watch as Luca tucks in his shirt and he walks over to me. He stops in front of me and leans down to kiss my nose, I push him away and he lifts me up, I don't miss the look of rejection in his eyes as he carefully places Duchess down on his bed, "You ready?" he asks, squeezing my hand excitedly.
"No," I say bluntly,
"Hey," he scowls, pinching my hip,
I roll my eyes only for him to pinch my hip again, he looks down at me, his eyes shining, and I let out a sigh.
"Adelyn, please give me another chance," he begs softly,
I close my eyes and lean into his side,"I'm just tired,"
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"Close your eyes," Luca tells me, practically pulling me out of the car, "Why?" I question, shutting my eyes anyway.
