Devote [book 1]

6

I got home around half an hour later. I would've gotten here sooner but I took my time plus I got lost in thought.

At my apartment I call my best friend Ryan but I believe that he accidentally answered because I hear grunts and moaning and bed squeaking so I hang up because I'm scarred for life now.

Well then. What else could I do? I would eat dinner but I'm not hungry.

I sit on the kitchen counter and decided to download games on my phone.

Once Cut the Rope downloaded there was loud knock.

"Break my door while you're at it!" I yelled as I walked to open the door.

I opened it and it was like a punch to the face, literally.

Im guessing Lucas was about to knock and then I opened the door before his fist stopped.

"Dio mio, prego Imogen."

"I didn't understand a word you said but did you say I'm pregnant. Jeez find a more subtle way to tell a girl she's fat," I say sarcastically.

"No prego means sorry in Italian," he explained.

"Oh okay, why are you here? Decided to not to use the window now?" I ask snickering to myself.

"I was going to answer your questions from the hospital before my family rudely interrupted us."

"Oh dear sire how can thy help thou?" I say trying to stifle a laugh.

"Well gattina, I went through your window because I thought that I would surprise you-"

"Oh trust me, you did surprise me."

"As I was saying, I was going to ask you on a..." he said. He had his head down and I could see a hint of blush on his tan skin.

"On a what?" I said.

"On a date?" He said.

Cue the shockness. My mouth was agape and I knew that I probably looked like a fish out of water but that didn't matter at the moment. What mattered was that this person who is tan, has a tattoo and more, male model type man is sitting before me and asked me on a date!

"Close your mouth gattina, don't want flies to get in there," he said with a sly smirk.

What's a ga-chi-na?" I asked confused.

Now I'm totally procrastinating my answer on the date question.

"Doesn't matter. So on the date, yes or no?" His accent was peaking when he said no and might I say that it was a major turn on.

I put my leg over my other, trying to press my thighs together from the pool forming in my private area.

He smirked at that knowing what he did.

I got his arm and stood up and dragged him to the door. Once the door was opened and I had him out, I said "pick me up at 7," and shut the door on his face.

This new found confidence is awesome.
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Once I had finished doing my hair, I slipped on my dress and heels and was ready and sexier than ever. I didn't put make up on since I felt like it wasn't necessary for this date.

I looked at my phone and saw it was exactly 6:59 PM, and a knock at my door.

"Good timing," I complimented him.

Lucas was staring at me and checking me out in not-so secret way. He came out of his frozen staring phase and took my hand and kissed it.

I blushed and giggle like a middle schooler who got her crush to talk to her.

I locked my door and then we were on our way.

Upon arriving at his car, I was surprised when I saw that he came with a limousine.

Oh gosh. What did I get into? Why did I agree to this date? Why did my confidence have to get the best of me?

We walked towards the limo and I almost accidentally opened the door for myself but Lucas opened it for me and then went to his side to get in.

"Vi preghiamo di portarci al ristorante della famiglia," he said in his native language to the chauffeur. (Please take us to the family restaurant)

That Italian accent was such a turn on to which I had to squeeze my thighs together...again.

From the corner of my eyes I saw that he knew the effects he had.

For the reset of the ride, his hand lay on my thigh squeezing it every now and then.

I looked out at the scenery. I knew we were going out of town because I saw places that I haven't seen. I wasn't the type of person to leave my town or city if it wasn't necessary.

I never got to experience New York since I was busy running. Running away from him and his men.

I never know what I'm going to write tbh. I just write whatever comes to mind. I started writing this chapter late last night because that's when the thoughts came for what I should write.

Also, who is this him? Who knows, oh wait, I do.

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