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I clutched the blade in my palm forcing it towards his gut.
The bastards surrounding this place raised there weapons aiming them at me.
Analysing his men, I returned my nasty glare towards the figure ahead of me. I drag th...
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Alaina Rose Lèon
I began waking up with a tingling feeling in my lower abdomen. It felt as though someone was squeezing on it. I sat up on my bed realising I need a toilet.
I'm so slow, acting like I don't know how it feels to need a piss. Sprinting towards the bathroom considering I might just wet myself from how much I'm holding in.
I raced into door, but instead of it opening it stayed in its original place forcing me to thump my head on to it.
Why the hell didn't the door open.
I groaned getting back up. Remembering Luca was still here and in my bathroom. I could hear the shower running. Now he's gonna take ages but I'm not letting that happen. Don't want to embarrass myself do I? Knocking on the door hard urging him to open it.
"Open the door, I'm gonna piss myself" I bellowed leaning on to the door so I can hold it in.
"what" He sounded startled by an unexpected noise.
"wait"
"QUICK"
I could hear him turning off the shower whilst I still banged the door pleading for him to get out. Less than 2 minutes later he walked out with a towel hanging low around his waist. I eyed him up and down before running of inside.
Ambling cross-legged towards the toilet. Releasing a breath when I sit down. At least I didn't piss myself.
"you look really good right now" I could hear him chuckling from the outside.
"I might just have drooled" I let a smile rest on my lips.
"Thank you gorgeous, I could say the same about you"
I know
Washing the sleep off my face then ridding my mouth of the morning breath after using the toilet. Luca wasn't there which probably meant he was still changing. Not trying to be sexist or anything but why does a man need so much time to get ready.
I decided to make breakfast for both of us which were some pancakes and eggs. By the time I finished making the pancakes Luca walked into the kitchen.
His wet hair falling on his forehead as water drips down the side of his face making their way down his white buttoned up shirt. The suite he wore yesterday was reworn with his blazer draping over his arm.
"Can you cook?" I asked, my back still towards him.
"What do you need help with," he said rolling up his sleeves on his white buttoned-up shirt.
