When good meets really, really, really bad.
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Daniel Harper is down on his luck as he struggles to pay for his sophomore year at NYU. After a failed attempt at selling drugs, he gets offered a deal too good to be true: Date the heir to the Vitt...
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DANIEL HARPER
The driver drove us back to my campus after a long, but very entertaining, weekend. I was back in my suit because it’s the only decent clothes I have. Lucien sat next to me on his phone doing some “business” talk.
“Listen, Tommaso, just get the guy and talk to him. I’m sure he has a reason.” Lucien said. His eyebrows were furrowed.
I looked down and saw he was starting to clutch my hand.
“Lucien. Lucien!” I repeatedly said. He snapped out his phone call. I shook my hand and he saw how he was clutching it. He quickly let go of my hand.
“Mi dispiace, Danny.” Lucien apologized. He turned into his call, said something in Italian, and hung up. He brought my hand up to his face and observed my hand. “I didn’t mean to.” He said.
“I know.” I smiled at him. "Just be mindful next time."
“By the way, my dad’s birthday is coming up.” He said.
“How old is he turning?” I asked.
“49.” Lucien replied.
“When is his birthday?” I asked.
“November 24.”
“Oh, Thanksgiving week. How fun!” I replied.
“Yeah. Papa likes to joke that he was born during that week because he was a form of thanks to the earth.” Lucien joked.
“I could definitely picture him saying that.” I laughed. The car finally pulled up to my campus. Lucien hugged me close to him tightly. “What are you doing?” I asked.
“I just need a few more seconds with you.” He replied. His arms were wrapped tightly around my torso.
“Sir, we’re here.” The driver said. Lucien tucked his head into my shoulder and kissed that spot.
“I don't want you to leave.” He said. I'm starting to love his attachment.
“How bout we go to your apartment today?” I asked him. He perked up.
“Come on! Let’s go!” He eagerly said.
“But…” I said. “First I need to get some clothes.” I told him. He let go of me and stroked my hair.
