The man is tall, dark, and handsome an Italian work of art with a square jaw and a mouth I've had wild fantasies about.
Wearing a pair of sweatpants and a white t-shirt tailored for his muscled chest, he's nothing short of a masterpiece. Every inch of him radiates confidence and power.
Damn, those sweatpants. H.O.T.
Just like Viktor, Luca is dangerous and ruthless. He's also arrogant and demanding. But none of that stops me from lusting after the man.
I should get my head examined.
Luca smiles at Dad. "Uncle Alexei, good to see you."
"You too, son." Dad swipes up a towel and pats the beads
of sweat from the back of his neck. "When are your parents
arriving?"
"Tonight."
Dad nods, then gives me a sideways hug. "Good session. Same time next week."
"Yes, Daddy."
When Dad leaves the gym, Viktor and Luca walk to the
mat.
Curious, I ask, "Are you going to spare?"
"Yeah." Viktor shoots a grin my way. "I need to kick some ass"
"You wish," Luca mutters.