Chapter 20
Lilly
“You…you can’t say that. You don’t even know who I am
am“, I stutter out quietly.
“I will tell you what I know, amore. I know that you’re not like any woman I’ve ever met before, I know you love yourself in the music when you dance and when you fight. Like your body has been freed from the internal struggles of your brain. You light up any room you walk into and you don’t even realize how captivating you are. I know that you’re wildly independent, you rely on no one and nothing but yourself. You hold your secrets close and you don’t let anyone in, maybe you’re scared they might see you for who you really are and not the mask you wear for them. I know that you have the laugh of an angel and that when your bright blue eyes connect with mine, my heart stutters like it forgot how to beat, I know, amore, that someone has hurt you deeply and you’re scared and I need you to know that I’m not going anywhere, I will be here and I will be patient, because I want to know everything there is to know about you and I want to be in your corner for whatever fight it is that you’re battling, now and forever. I will be here.”
I wipe unshed tears that I refuse to let fall. That has to be the single most beautiful thing anyone has ever said to me, and I have no idea what the hell I’m meant to say back. Thankfully he doesn’t waste a second and hold out his hand to me.
“Come, my angel, let’s get you cleaned up and fed before you need to rest again.”
I stand from the bed and feel a breeze on my backside. Immediately sitting back down with my eyes wide. I hadn’t really taken note of the fact that I was in one of those hospital gowns that open completely at the back.
“Luxiano I can’t walk anywhere like this.”
“You would look beautiful in a potato sack angel. You have nothing to worry about.”
“Olay great but does a potato sack flaunt my bare ass to the world?”
He chuckles. “I did forget about that part. Come here, just walk in front of me and ill cover you.”
“Yeah because having my ass this close to you definitely wasn’t a part of your plan or anything” I say sarcastically while trying to pull the back pieces together and standing with my back to his front. He leans down, wraps his arms around my waist and whispers in my ear with a devilish smirk.
“It wasn’t, but it’s definitely looking to be a perk right about now.
He leads me up the stairs, through a billion or so hallways that are all decorated in a theme of dark woods, reds and hints of gold. A lot like the VIP at satisfy. He doesn’t let go of my waist the whole time. Somehow moving in sync with my steps that I’m sure would be half the size of his usual ones. We reach the end of a corridor and what on the other side has me shnok. This one is lines with giant pieces of artwork. Hand painted by Luciano himself I’m sure… and they’re all of me. Me dancing, my eyes, my hands, they’re all… me. I don’t move as I eye all of the pieces from where I stand with Luciano.
“You…uh…these are…you un.” I don’t even know what to say. “They’re beautiful breath out.
“Yes, amore, you are.” He kissed me on the cheek and takes a step back from me.
I instantly feel a breeze again and step back into him again, knowing he could of gotten an eye full of my bum by the smirk on his face.
“Lucianod”
“Belax angel, this is our private wing. You won’t find anyone else here at this time of night unless I’ve requested them to be
“Yes, but you’re here!”
“And I plan on studying every inch of your body” he says with a wink. He steps to my side and gralis my hand leading me to a set of double golden doors at the end of the hallway.
“This is our room.”
“You mean your Toum.”
guess it’s not. Wait, can
I internally roll my eyes. I probably shouldn’t enjoy this. I think its borderline Stockholm syndrome…but I can leave if I want to so I g I leave? Do I even want to? Ugh, fuck it. I guess I can just ride this wave, I’m too exhausted at this point to care,
“Wardrobes“, he points to two doors on the left. “Bathrooms” he points to the right to the middle of the room is a massive four paster bed. Black sheets and comforter. Two glass door sit slightly to the right of it, leading to a balcony. There isn’t much personal effects in the rooms but it still feels warm and comforting and smells deliciously of his cologne. “Sat and I’ll run you a bath.”:
I do as he says, taking a seat on the end of the heil, which is extremely soft. Gosh, I hope he doesn’t expect me to sleep on it. How would I tell him the idea
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of being out in the open while I sleep terrifies me? He comes back out after a few minutes and motions for me to follow him into the bathroom. Its huge, black marble, gold features. On one side is a shower that could probably fit 10 people. In the middle is a long marble counter top with a huge mirror and his and hers sinks. On the other side is a giant white tub that sits against a half wall.
“The toilet is on the other side of that if you need to go, he points to it.”
I shake my head, my eyes fixated on the bubbles in the bath, and then back to him.
“A bubble bath? I didn’t imagine you to be a man who owns bubbles” I say with an eyebrow cocked, trying to hold my smile. I think he’s blushing. Oh lord that’s sexy on him.”
“Well, a man like me had to acquire some bubbles when I first pictured bringing you here.” He says with a boyish grin.
The bathtub his high. I’m remembering how it felt to try to get into his car and internally groaning at the thought of those muscles straining again. He must sense my internal battle as he says. “I will help you.”
