•CHAPTER FIFTY FIVE•

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Luca has been blowing up my phone for the past few days

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Luca has been blowing up my phone for the past few days.

"You have not talked to Luca all week, come on girl, he's not the one that cheated," Vanessa says as she stared at my ringing phone.

I hadn't talked to Luca in four days and I'm starting to feel like I am punishing myself here, but I have the right to me mad

Right?

"True," I say, biting on the inside of my mouth in thought. "But I feel like I'm betraying my best friend."

"Girl, talk to your man's, you would have done the same for me, they are best friends and brothers, I'm not even mad at him, he was being a brother," she says with a pointed look, handing me the phone.

"Fine," I roll my eyes before answering the phone. I'm rolling my eyes but I really want to talk to him.

"Bambina, you finally answered, can you please hear me out," Luca says, desperation lacing in his voice. Oh how I missed his smooth baratone voice.

"Fine, I'll maybe come by after work, maybe," I say, knowing very well I'll be there after work.

"Lord, I really missed your voice," he whispers "Thank you bambina," Luca says happily

"I said maybe," I say just to tease him.

"Yes, maybe, gotchu, I'll see you in a few."


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When I open the door for her, I make sure to look my best, messy hair, grey sweats, and no shirt, that combination always had her feeling a certain way if you know what I mean

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When I open the door for her, I make sure to look my best, messy hair, grey sweats, and no shirt, that combination always had her feeling a certain way if you know what I mean.

She looks as beautiful as always, her arms folded as she stared at me with a straight face.

"Bambina," I say, going in for a hug, a kiss, anything.

"Mhm," she says, slipping right past me, making me chuckle. I close the door and follow her into my living room. She was sat on a couch for one on the far end if the living room.

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