Two people born into the same style of life find each other at their worst. Selena and Luca try to deny their feelings for each other but the pressure of their parents marriage arrangement pulls them together and ties them to each other for life.
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I woke up in a unfamiliar bed in a button up shirt that was way too big for me. I got up and walked to the in suite bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror.
I look hot as fuck!
Selena focus!
Where am I?
I walk out of the bathroom and start to look through the huge room that I woke up in hoping to find a clue. I walk into the huge closet and my eyes go big when I see it was filled with perfectly tailored suits.
I know who's house this is now.
LUCAS!
Wanting to know what happened last night and how I got here i walked over to the door to open it but I was smacked in the face by it instead.
Fuck that hurt.
I look up to see who it was when suddenly I'm met by the prettiest eyes I have ever seen. "Yeah that's gonna bruise" I say trying to lift the awkward silence that had settled.
"I'm so fucking sorry" he says his eyes going big while filled with concern. "It's fine its not my first bruise and more than likely not my last" I say smiling at him.
That shit really hurt though.
I think I feel a headache coming In.
I try to walk out of the room past him but he stops me. "Are you ok Bello?" He asks me in his low but smooth voice making my heart skip a beat and my cheeks start to burn red.
"Yeah I'm fine just hungry." I say obviously lying, i walk past him successfully this time and head down the stairs assuming that's where his kitchen is.
He follows behind me so quietly that I had to turn and check if he was still there. When he noticed a smirk appeared on his face and I could do nothing but smile.
After going the wrong way and him laughing at me for 5 minutes we Finally walk into his kitchen. It was beautiful it has marble floors with grey cabinets and counters along with some white barstools.
Who designed his house?
Cause they did a damn good job.
As we walked in I had this nauseous feeling. I don't think I can eat anything without throwing up because I saw a bowl of apples sitting on the counter and it made me want to throw up my guts.
I turned to leave the kitchen but he just turned me right back around. He dragged me to the counter and tapped it signaling me to sit on it so I do.
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