NovelAppChapter 142 Luca's Pov Aurora Whitlock has been the bane of my existence for three years now.
She had turned twenty-two the night I first saw her, when I had gotten out of a meeting with her father in his study and seer her lean on the dining table. Long legs for days in those little night shorts, her hair in lose curls all the way to her lower back hazel eyes and perfectly pouting lips blowing the candles of a cake her mother had baked for her, whining about how she wished her twin brother was here and that she was going to wait for her father to get done with business, before, she cuts the cake.
Aurora Whitlock was my forbidden sin.
The one I had spent three years since then forgetting about, and she had unknowingly hauntedlike a ghost in the back. of my head.
Except tonight, my ghost was real.
And she was sitting in a fucking short dress that put her gorgeous legs on display, sipping vodka.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtI spotted her immediately when she walked in even though I was on the floor above in the VIP area, and I watched her like a predator.
Like a creep.
She was alone, and her eyes were wandering around the club.
Men were thirsting on her, I knew, but I didn't care. I told myself I didn't, even while I watched her talk to the bartender, who didn't look like he wanted to fuck her.
Only my Aurora could walk into a club looking like that and go hwith a new friend.
My.
The word hangs in my head as a loose term when I watch a sorry excuse of a man with blonde hair make his way to her. My hands curl on my sides.
" "We're here for business, Romano, but you seem more interested in the but shuts up when I look away from Aurora and at him with a venom tipped gaze.
party downstairs," One of my colleagues comments, "Smetti di parlare se vuoi tenere le testa," I hiss in return. "Capito?" His smile dries away. "Sì." I look back at the girl downstairs and watch her flutter her eyes at the man who had now taken a seat in front of her.
No fucking way.
This wasn't happening. Not in front of me.
It takessix seconds to make a decision.
She was twenty-five. I, thirty-two. I was older. By seven years. She had been the bane of my existence for the past three years. She was my friend's daughter. She was forbidden. It would be so, so wrong.
But I wasn't fucking watching her dance with another man in front of my eyes.
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"Let's do this another day, I announce to my colleague, no room for his opinion
I don't wait for his response and walk downstairs, not taking my eyes off the brown haired gitx watch the guy'accidentally brush his hand against her legs before raising them as if asking for hers. No. Fucking. Way.
I walk quicker, wrapping my hands around the guys neck from behind.
"Fuck off." I tell him in a domineering voice, and he wiggles his eyebrows. "Now," Ladd, jaw-denched, and that scumbag leaves quicker than a fly that was shooed off. She was really going to let that sorry excuse of a man touch her? I take the empty bar stool beside hers, captivating her eyes with mine.
She maybe forbidden, but not tonight. Tonight, she was mine.
If a fuck is what she wanted, a fuck is what she will get.
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