The Contract

Chapter 1

I watched from my bedroom balcony as the black car was driving down our long road to our house. In the car was my sisters future husband. Our grandfather had made a pact with an old friend that his grandson could marry my sister when she was told.

Father was just like grandfather. became friends with the man who's Company He would be coming together with. Today was that day that we got to find out who this man was that our fathers friend had talked so much about.

I walked into my room and down to the front door.

"Yes I'll be there tonight...no he's not coming with us. We're not married yet so I can do whatever I want. Ok I'll see you then bye." Layla said as she walked in talking on the phone to one of her friends.

"Oh girls he's coming up to the door right now. Layla be good. Dove...be you." My father smiled kissing me on the head before going to the door to open it

"Luca.Please come in." Father said moving to the side letting the man come in. I was speechless. It was him.

I looked down when his eyes went to mine.

"Mr. Lane it's good to see you again." His British accent was the thing that put a smile on Layla's face. She always had a thing for men who had an accent.

"Please call me James.  I would like to introduce you to my two daughters Layla."

"Hello" Layla gave him her hand. You could almost hear by the tone of her voice how permutations she was.

"And my youngest daughter Dove." Looking up to him everything came back. I quickly gave him my hand and said a soft hello and pulled my hand away like he burned me.

He looked almost hurt when I did that but thankfully father and Layla thought nothing of it.

"Me and Luca have some Business to take care of. We will see you girls later when we have dinner."

"Oh wait Dad I have plans tonight." Layla said before he walked off.

"Well it won't be long. I'm sure you can still go."

He smiled and walked off with Luca.

"Wow. He was hot. I'm going to have fun with that one." Layla bit her lip as she watched him walk away.

"Well I'm going to go and find something to wear. Need to look good for tonight." She walked off leaving me.

She was always the type to go to parties and come home with a new guy every night. I honestly feel bad for Luca because I know Layla will never stop her ways. Maybe she can change.

I went out to the garden with my book and sat in the sun. When I was younger my grandma would always walk around the house with me and we would sit in this spot to read.

She was like a mother to me since I never knew my mom. She died a few days after I was born in a car accident.

I was so into the book I didn't hear something coming up next to me. I jumped when I saw it was Luca

He chuckled throwing his hands up. "It's only me don't be alarmed."

He sat with me and I knew what this was going to end up being. I held the book tighter as I continued to read.

"You haven't changed. Well except for cutting your hair a little shorter." He smiled trying to make small talk

I had no intention on talking. Honestly I was surprised I had stayed when he sat down.

"Dove we need to talk about what happened." I quickly got up and looked down on him.

"It was a mistake Luca. It never should've happened. Just let it go." I walked off but of course he followed.

"It May have been to you but for me it wasn't Dove. You can't tell me you felt nothing that night." He grabbed my arm pulling me back and I instantly thought of the way his hands held me that night.

What am I saying. He's marrying my sister I can't be thinking of that.

"Luca don't you have to go get ready for tonight?" I questioned pulling my arm away from him and walking off. As soon as I got out of his sight I ran. I ran all the way back to my room and closed the door falling on it as the tears welled up in my eyes.

Remembering everything that happened was killing me. One of my friends had convinced me to go out to a bar that night. I don't remember much of it just that it ended badly.

He was my savior and then I got lost in whatever alcohol I had taken that night and I let it take control over me. I let myself go and gave it to him.