Luca Chessman has been longing for love his entire life. The only problem is-he can't seem to find a guy that likes him the same way.
With his family cafe, Chessman's, struggling to keep afloat and no help from the bank, he's slowly accepting the d...
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It's been two days since I went to visit Luca at the cafe. I meant what I said. I've been going to Chessman's for months now, day in, day out and they've shown me nothing but kindness there. My dad wants me to invest in something, well maybe this is my perfect opportunity to help with their business and get it back on its feet.
Luca hasn't contacted me since and I presume he's still thinking about my offer. I realise that it's not a decision you make overnight and we'll need to sit down and discuss everything properly in person but it is something I'm highly interested in.
I've seen the town of Dashfield and a place like Chessman's could really liven up the place if it has the right marketing and aesthetic. Yet I understand that they can barely afford the mortgage on the place, let alone attempt to do it up.
But I see Luca work his ass off nearly everyday and his mother is incredibly kind. I think they both deserve some recognition for their hard work and for making such a great cup of coffee.
After spending a day with my lawyers, I head over to my parents house.
My father won't be home because he should be at work and I like to go and visit my mother because I rarely see her when he's around. He ruins everything and I miss her. The only thing I value about my father is the soft spot he has for her.
He will go to the ends of this earth to make her happy. Shame he couldn't say the same about his two sons.
As I knock on the door of their field side mansion, I wait patiently for the door to open. There stands my beautiful mother with her dark shoulder length hair and golden brown eyes. Her face lights up when she sees me and she draws me in for a hug.
"Oh Declan," she says into my ear. "It's so good to see you."
"You too mum," I return the embrace.
She welcomes me into the house and I will never get over this place. We didn't grow up here, they moved to this house when me and Nick were old enough to move out. It has nine bedrooms and none of them are used apart from one.
My dad just likes to flash off his money at any chance he can get.
"What would you like to drink?" She asks as we enter the kitchen that could be the size of a football pitch.
I shake my head. "I'm good, thanks. How have you been?"
She hums and perches on one of her precious leather stools. "All fine, you spoken to your father lately?"
"Yeah," I nod. "I went to visit him the other day at work."
"About what?"
"He wants me to invest, didn't he tell you?"
My mother glances up at the ceiling and then nods her head. "Oh yes, he's always up for challenging you." She flashes me a grin. "He should be home any minute."
