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...
Red soft silk dress hugs my frame, revealing my tanned chest area and shoulders, my tatted arms, and the left slit showing my leg, barely covering the lacy strap with a knife and gun around my thigh.
My hair falls straightened to the middle of my back, and the makeup on my face being just mascara, eyeliner, and a nude pink lipstick.
We should be there twenty minutes ago but neither of us could give a fuck to rush getting ready. In fact, we went out and stayed longer than we should on purpose.
"Angel?" Lukas knocks on the door of the bathroom, and I open it to reveal him in a suit that hugs his body perfectly, his hair pushed back with a strand falling on his forehead due to his clumsy styling.
Fucking handsome.
"Ready?" He rasps, eyes roaming up and down my body, trailing every curve. "Yes. Come on or we won't leave that soon." I grumble, pushing him away by his chest.
Seriously, the way he's eye fucking me... we both know what will happen if we stay alone too much time.
"I wouldn't mind." Lukas smirks, as I bent down to grab my heels from the floor.
"What-" My sentence is cut short as he grasps my hips and pushes me back on the bed, having me sit as he takes the heels from my hand. I eye him strangely as he squats down, and my mouth parts as he grabs my ankle and puts the strappy black heels on.
I thought this only happened in movies.
Good to see chivalry isn't dead.
"Such a gentleman, six months ago you were fighting me in the plain street ground." I tease, helping with the ankle straps.
"I still will if needed. But I can be both beast and gentleman." He smirks, putting my other one, and coming up, fingers brushing the exposed skin of my legs, he captures my lips.
That's true.
"Love you." I mumble against his lips which stretch in a wide grin. "I love you."
We head out of the hotel bedroom, my hand in his through the elevator ride, and once we reach the main lobby, I wink at Daisy who scowls at us.
Suck it.
Outside, the wind is chilly against my skin, the sky not dark yet but a deep shade of blue with the moon in a 'c' form, and a few stars paint the sky.
There's a black Ferrari 812 Gts waiting for us and Lukas holds open the passenger door before making his way over to the driver's side.
This guy has immaculate taste, honestly.
The whole drive my hands stays above the gear, his own above mine, until we reach a gate with a statue in each pillar of the sides.
Holy shit, this isn't a humble mansion at all. It's fucking huge.
It's French style, moody gray roof and beige marble stone exterior with big windows that show warm lights inside on, rolls Royce around the pavement, and I can see people inside, two guards at the door.
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