ANGEL
He infuriated me ever since our first encounter.
I admired his looks and patience he had while holding me hostage. But as the months followed up, our hate towards one another bloomed.
So much, that the ashes inside of me bloomed as well.
LUK...
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I wish I could wake up here everyday.
The trees letting the sun trespass to the inside of the house, the peace that the fresh nature smell brings...
Feels like heaven.
Moretti is somewhere around, when I woke up he wasn't here.
Since I plan on going to the beach, I put on a black bikini and a baby blue silk dress above, my hair in a high ponytail.
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I guess I have two options, either enjoy the private beach that comes with the house, or explore the whole island and use the beach everyone goes to.
I want to see what more there is to the island, so mingling with people it is.
Going downstairs, the smell of toasts fills my nostrils.
On the day light it seems that all of this gets even more beautiful, the sun entering the house, the blue sky being seen by the glass on the ceiling, and a half naked Lukas with phone pressed at his ear as he flips pancakes on the pan.
It's pancakes after all.
"Sure. Tell her to call when she's done." He says to whoever is on the other line and hangs up.
"Don't try to sneak up on me, angel." Lukas says, making me roll my eyes.
I wasn't, it's just a habit of mine of being quiet.
Not answering, I go besides him to watch what he's doing. A plate of pancakes being filled, and a bowl with red fruits sits at the counter.
I frown. "Are you feeding your lost kids or something?"
He sighs. "I'm feeding myself."
Who eats that much right when waking up? If I eat an apple I feel like I'm going to blow up.
Grabbing a green apple from the fruit basket, I take a bite, taking in the sweet juice filling my taste buds.
"This is all yours?" I ask, after munching on the apple bite.
