His Angel

Chapter 5

Saturday came and I finally got the weekend off. Betty left in the morning at Daniel's breakfast and lunch diner. It was her norm to stop by there first thing before heading to the house she and her other housekeeper friends rented. It was only a couple of blocks from her grandchildren's home. So, she usually spend the entire weekend there. It had been six days since I started working for Luca Moretti. I had already accustomed myself to a daily routine revolving around his schedule - I worked for him after all. I made breakfast in the morning as he read his newspaper. Then, as he ate, we conversed. He always initiated the conversation, discussing about nothing and everything. Usually, it starts with complimenting his breakfast. I found him to be pleasing and engaging. Surprisingly, he was never one to be assuming and always allowed me to talk. Then, he would either leave or lock himself in his office all day. That was when I do all the cleaning around the house. The day usually ended with me cooking dinner. Sometimes, he come home late or the break of dawn. I had been meaning to ask him questions about himself. Particularly, what he has done in his past that would make me fear him more than I already had. Betty and Luca hadn't exactly been forthcoming about it. One time, he left the penthouse, I asked him where he was going.

"I have business to take care off," he said.

"What kind of business?" I asked curiously. I googled Luca Moretti on the internet. It said he was the 27 year old son of the CEO of Moretti Corps. It's a multi-million company that handled hotels and resorts worldwide for the most part. It also owned Ocean trading and shipping company, exporting and importing goods globally. It was interesting that Luca was the only son, yet he does not work for the company at all. According to the internet, Luca handled the small businesses their family owned all over the country. It varied from night clubs, restaurants and casinos. These businesses was not related to each other, dependent on each other and had nothing to do with their main business which was Moretti Corps.

"Business," he answered then kissed my forehead goodbye as he left. Have I mention that Luca had been doing that a lot. I found it bizarre. I know he said he was attracted to me and he had every intention of acting on it. However, it was arrogant of him to presume it was mutual. I agree I'm attracted to him as well but unlike him, I didn't want to act on it. After all, the reason moths die was because it couldn't resist temptation. Thank goodness, so far, he had been keeping his hands to himself other than kissing my forehead goodnight every evening.

"Hello," I answered my phone half awake.

"Hey Loca Chica!!" I held the phone away from me as the caller from the other end spoke energetically. "Wake up!" the caller said in a sing song voice.

"Morning Sam," I said with a groan. Sam was one of the few friends I had in New York and probably the closest.

"Chica, I know it's your weekend off. That means it's party time!"

"Oh no."

"C'mon you can't use work as an excuse anymore. Listen, there's this cute bartender at the club and I put in a good word. With any luck, I think you might finally lose your v card tonight," he screeched through the phone. I laughed at his enthusiasm. "Wear something nice and sexy. I'll put on your makeup so make sure you don't have any when you get to my apartment."

"Sam...I can't ju"

"I'll see you tonight. Mwah!" he interrupted before I could refuse. I love Sam but he could be too over energetic sometimes. I actually wouldn't mind going out tonight. It had been a long time since I had fun and relax. I got up and rummaged in the closet for something to wear as well as my fake ID I used to get into bars and clubs. Sam made sure I had one when I met him three years ago. I decided to wear a short black dress that hugged my curves paired with nude heels. I was contemplating on curling my hair before I decided to just let it be naturally wavy. I was hoping Sam would get the hint and wouldn't overdo the makeup if he saw I kept my hair simple. I was just coming inside the kitchen when I saw Luca standing by the fridge. He took a looked at me and almost choked on the glass of water he was drinking.

"Where in the world are you going dress like that?" he asked bewildered.

"Hi to you as well," I responded as a joke, feeling lighthearted from his funny reaction. He narrowed his eyes. He didn't like it.

"I'm going out with friends."

"Where?" His face gave nothing away.

"To club or a bar maybe? I'm not sure."

"No," he said as if it was final.

"Excuse me?" I asked appalled.

"You're too young," he said nonchalantly.

"It's going to be my 21st birthday in two weeks. I'm sure no one will hold it against me. Besides, no one will know." His face was still unreadable but I noticed his jaw clenching. I found it looked so sexy the way the muscle from his well-defined jawline twitch.

"What can I say that would make you stay?"

"Nothing. I have a life Mr Moretti and I would like to live it."

"I told you to call me Luca." He sighed exasperated. "Fine, but I'm coming with you."

"What?!"

"It's either I tie you up to make you stay or I come with you. I choose the latter. I'm not in the mood for tying people up tonight."

"How fortunate of me," I said sarcastically. I didn't know what came over me, being so bold all of a sudden. Luca didn't appreciate the attitude I was giving him. Suddenly, he got up close and personal. His right hand took hold of my nape and his face was only a few millimeters away from my own. There was fury in his eyes, scaring me paralyzed.

"Don't push your luck with me Angela. I'm not nice when I'm cross." I gulped in fear. "Wait for me. I'll be ready in five."