PARIS
It's a miracle I'm still standing because I'm so nervous I might faint. I've been a bundle of nerves all day, and my heart is pounding with excitement and anxiety about seeing Luciano again. I can't stop thinking about him no matter what I do.
It's past midnight, and I've been pacing the living room for an hour, constantly checking the clock and peeking out the window, waiting for him. I already showered but couldn't eat because my stomach feels too queasy. I should be in bed with school tomorrow, but my nerves are keeping me awake against my will.
A faint engine rumble nearly makes me throw up my heart. *It's him.* I hurry to the window and see a sleek black modern SUV with tinted windows pull up in front of the house. When the door opens, there he is, dressed in black slacks and a white crisp shirt that shows off his muscles. He looks as confident and handsome as ever.
I bite my lip and grip the curtain as I track his every move. My heart is pounding so loudly in my ears I'm afraid I might go deaf. I intently watch him get his suitcases from the trunk and lock his car. When he heads for the front door, I rush to it and check myself in the mirror near the entrance.
When I hear him unlocking the door, I take a deep breath to calm my racing heart before opening it. Luciano's familiar cologne instantly floods my senses, and I nearly swoon. He stands there, momentarily frozen, and I look up at him, noticing how much he has changed since we last met.
Luciano looks even more handsome and attractive than I remember. His dark hair is perfectly styled, accentuating his strong features. His clothes clings to his muscular body in all the right ways, showing off his strong legs and arms.
Then I see he's shaved his beard, and I feel a bit betrayed. I loved how rugged he looked before. Without the beard, his jawline Is sharper,and he looks younger but even more striking.
His heady scent and commanding presence are so overpowering that I feel my body getting turned on. Tonight I'm wearing one of his old t-shirts from years ago, which still smells like him. It's oversized on me,and my shorts are small and tight,showing a lot of skin.
I hopes to get his attention, and from the way his hazel eyes darken when he looks at me, I can tell I did. Luciano's gaze drops on my bare legs, and I see his jaw tighten. There's something in his eyes-maybe desire or just surprise. Whatever it is, it send a delightful shiver through my clit, making my pussy wetter.
"Paris". Luciano finally speaks, his voice low and rough.
The way my name drips from his tongue makes my pulse quicken, my knees going weak. I grip the door tighter, trying to stay upright.
"Why are you still up? It's past midnight." He continues, his hunter eyes never leaving mine and I swallow hard, biting my lip.
I was waiting for you.
"Oh, um, I was just finishing up some homework. Didn't realize how late it got." I lie.
He stays silent, just lets his eyes roam over me with such intensity that it feels almost like he's touching me. I glance down at my socks, trying to hide my flushed face, and move aside to let him in. Luciano steps inside, his arm brushing mine just enough to set my butterflies alight.
I quickly lock the door and follow him in. I try to keep my nerves under control, but being this close to him after so long has my heart racing uncontrollably. The effect he has on me is overwhelming and too much to handle.
"There's a free bedroom downstairs. And one upstairs. Which one do you want?" I ask, and he looks at me, then shrugs.
"I'll take the one downstairs."
I feel a bit disappointed since it's far from my room, but I mask my feelings and nod.
"Sure, that works."
As Luciano picks up his suitcases and heads toward the room, I rush to help.
"Let me give you a hand with that." I say but he shakes his head.
"I've got it, Paris. Don't worry."
But just as I reach for one of the handles, our hands accidentally touch. A jolt of electricity and warmth shoots up my arm, and I gasp quietly. Luciano pulls his hand back quickly like he's been burned.
His eyes meet mine, and for a moment, neither of us speaks. The air feels different, charged with something I can't quite explain. My heart is pounding so hard, I'm sure he can hear it too. Before Luciano can say anything, I quickly grab one of his suitcases.
"Just follow me." I say in a small voice, already heading towards the room.
The house is quite huge, so it takes time to get there. As we walk through the hallway, Luciano remains silent. I can feel his intense gaze on me, almost as if he's burning a hole through my skin.
My cheeks flush, and I feel a wetness pooling between my legs, making me increasingly aware of how I'm reacting to his presence. I steal a quick glance at him, but when our eyes meet, I shiver and quickly look away.
"So, uh, how was work? Dad was pretty pissed you didn't say goodbye." I nervously say, trying to break the silence.
"Work was hectic. I got caught up in things and lost track of time." He replies, his voice calm but somewhat distant.
The silence falls again, and I feel a bit down. It seems like there's an emotional barrier between us, and it's making everything feel more awkward than I expected.
"Thanks for bringing this up." Luciano thanks me once we're in the room and I just smile.
As he sits on the bed and starts unbuttoning his shirt, I catch a glimpse of his chest and a silver chain necklace with a pendant hanging just below it. The sight makes my clit thumps sharply, and I desperately squeeze my thighs to control the pulsating sensation. When Luciano catches me staring and squeezing my thighs, his eyes heat up. He looks at my face and I blush furiously.
"H-have you, um, eaten yet?" I ask, my voice high-pitched and he shakes his head, stretching slightly.
"I already ate. Have you?"
I manage a weak smile and nod, though it's not true. The room falls into an awkward silence.
"You should get some sleep. You have school tomorrow." Luciano eventually says and I feel sad, wishing I could stay with him a bit longer.
"Goodnight, Luciano." I say softly with a sad smile.
"Night." He replies and I retreat to my room.
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I can't sleep because I keep thinking about Luciano. So I end up going to his door. As I stand there, I feel utterly silly and pathetic. Just as I'm about to leave, I hear Luciano chuckling. I pause and press my ear to the door. It sounds like he's on the phone, but I can't hear everything he's saying.
"Still up, huh? You're such a night owl. I swear, you're always up when I call." He says, a smile evident in his voice. "Did you cause any trouble today?"
He pauses to listen, and I can hear the faint sound of him moving around, maybe sitting on the bed. Who is he talking to at this hour?
"I knew it. You can't help yourself, can you?" He chuckles softly, the sound making my chest tighten. "I know, long day. Mine's been crazy too. I'm a mess."
His voice is so soft and caring that it makes my heart ache. I bite my lip,jealousy creeping in as I imagine him smiling while talking to this person. It can't just be a friend, can it? Not at this hour.
"You're impossible," Luciano teases, his voice softening in a way that makes my stomach twist. "Alright, alright. Get some rest. We'll catch up more tomorrow."
When he says goodbye, I heard him chuckle softly, and it feels like a stab to the heart. I know it's silly to be jealous, but I can't help it. It didn't sound romantic but it didn't sound friendly either. I clench my fists, fighting the tears welling up in my eyes.
I want so much to be the one making him smile like that and hearing his warm and intimate voice just for me. I back away from the door and go back to my room, feeling hurt and foolish.
In the morning, I sit at the kitchen island, my cereal getting cold as I absentmindedly stir it. Even though I barely eat yesterday, I'm not hungry. Luciano's late-night conversation keeps replaying in my head, making me anxious that I might lose him if I don't act.
"Morning, Paris."
Luciano's deep voice startles me and I look up, my breath hitching at how impeccably handsome he looks in his tailored suit. Every inch of him seems perfect. He's perfect.
"Morning." I mumble, my voice sad.
Luciano notices my mood but doesn't push.
"Want a ride to school?" He asks, pouring himself coffee and I hesitate.
I finally nod, still focused on my cereal, trying to hide how badly I want to be near him despite the frustration from yesterday.
"Got any plans after work?" I ask before I know it.
Luciano, mid-sip of his coffee, raises an eyebrow while leaning casually against the counter.
"Yeah, I'm meeting someone later. Need something?"
Yeah. You.
"Just curious." I grumble, frustrated.
Without thinking, I push my bowl away abruptly, spilling some crumbs. Luciano's intense gaze tracks me closely as I get up and grab my backpack.
"You didn't finish your breakfast." He observes, his deep, smooth voice making me shiver.
"I'm not hungry anymore," I mutter, trying to ignore the way his eyes make my skin tingle. "I'll wait for you in the car."
As I reach the car, the lights flash on, and I blush, realizing Luciano has unlocked it for me. I slip inside, immediately overwhelmed by his cologne—a mix of something dark and intoxicating that makes my head spin with a pleasant daze.
I close my eyes, letting his scent fill every single part of me. It's almost too much, but I crave it. I want to drown in it. The sound of the car door opening makes me open my eyes, and I see Luciano getting in beside me. His presence fills the space, and I have to remind myself to breathe. He shoots me a lingering, assessing look.
"Seatbelt."
It's not a reminder—it's an order, and I love it. My face gets hot and my hands fumble with the seatbelt as I rush to obey.
"What's the address?" He asks, starting the engine.
I give him the details, and he types them into his phone. I bite my lip, mesmerized by the way his brow furrows as he focuses. It's ridiculous, how much power he has over me, how every little thing he does drives me insane.
When he's done, he doesn't even need to look at the directions, just starts driving, completely in control. Every time he shifts gears, I see the muscles in his arms flex through his suit, and it takes everything in me not to touch him and feel how strong he is.
I try not to stare too much, but it's impossible. His legs are stretched out comfortably, and his hands grip the steering wheel, veins prominent. I imagine those capable and strong hands on me, handling my body with that same firmness, that same control. The thought makes me instantly wet and I squirm in my seat, biting my tongue to keep quiet.
I'm obsessed—unhealthily, completely. I know he's off-limits. I know it's wrong, but I can't stop. I don't want to stop. I'm too far gone. Luciano is everything I want but can't have.
Every time I'm near him, it's like I'm drowning in him, and I don't even want to come up for air. I need him —his attention, his approval, his touch—more than anything. And I'm terrified of what I'll do if I can't have it.
The idea of him with someone else makes me feel sick with jealousy. He's mine. I've been here all along, and I won't let anyone take him away from me. But I'm scared to tell him how I feel. What if he doesn't feel the same way? Then an idea hits me: I'll seduce him.
I'll make him fall for me just as hard and deep as I've fallen for him. I'll show him I'm not just the best friend's daughter or a little girl anymore—I'm a woman who knows what she wants, and I want him. I'll make sure he sees me, really sees me, and I won't stop until he's mine, completely and forever.
"We're here." Luciano says, jolting me from my thoughts.
"Thanks." I reply, buckling my seatbelt and grabbing my backpack.
"Eat more during break," Luciano orders, giving me a pointed look. "You barely touched your breakfast."
His attention makes my heart flutter. Without thinking, I place my hand over his, feeling an electric thrill at the contact.
"I'll make sure to." I smile, savoring the contact.
Luciano's hand stiffens under mine, and his gaze darkens, his jaw tense. I squeeze his hand just a little tighter, tracing the lines of his fingers slowly —almost possessively.
"Have a nice day." I murmur, reluctant to let go.
I slowly pull away, feeling an aching void where his touch was. I step out of the car and head to class.