The Wounded Bloodline

The Stark of Attraction

Stelle's POV:

I smiled and nodded, pretending to forgive Luca. But deep down, my anger and hatred still burned bright. I couldn't forget what he had done, no matter how hard I tried.

As we walked towards his car, I felt a sense of unease. I was trapped, stuck in this facade of forgiveness. But I knew I had to keep up the act, at least for now.

Luca opened the door for me, and I slid into the passenger seat. He got in beside me, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. He thought he had won, that he had finally made amends.

But little did he know, I was just biding my time. Waiting for the perfect moment to strike, to make him pay for what he had done.

I gazed out the window, my mind racing with thoughts of revenge. I would play along, pretend to be the forgiving girlfriend. But deep down, I was seething, my anger and hurt festering like an open wound.

And soon, Luca would discover that forgiveness was not so easily granted

Luca's car pulled up to a sleek, modern building, the sign reading "Eclipse" in bold, neon letters. He turned to me with a smile, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

"Welcome to my club, Stelle. One of the best in the city."

I raised an eyebrow, my mind racing with possibilities. A club? This was where he wanted to bring me?

Luca got out of the car and walked around to my side, opening the door for me. I stepped out, my eyes scanning the crowded parking lot. People milled about, laughing and chatting, the sound of music pulsating from within.

Luca took my hand, leading me towards the entrance. I felt a surge of resistance, my instincts screaming at me to pull away. But I forced myself to relax, to play along.

As we entered the club, the music enveloped us, the lights flashing and spinning in a dizzying display. Luca led me through the crowd, nodding to people as we passed. They smiled and waved, clearly knowing him.

We reached a VIP section, a secluded area with plush couches and a private bar. Luca gestured for me to sit, and I did, my eyes scanning the room.

This was his domain, his kingdom. And I was just a pawn, a plaything to be used and discarded.

But I would not be defeated. I would bide my time, wait for the perfect moment to strike. And when I did, Luca would regret ever crossing me.

As the waitress approached our table, her eyes locked onto Luca with a familiarity that made my stomach twist. She smiled, her hand reaching out to touch his arm, her fingers trailing along his skin in a way that was far too intimate.

"Hey, Luca," she purred, her voice dripping with flirtation. "The usual?"

Luca nodded, his eyes never leaving mine, but I could sense his awareness of her presence. And mine.

But why was I feeling this way? Why was I jealous? I had no claim on Luca, no right to feel possessive. And yet, as I watched the waitress's hand linger on his arm, I felt a surge of anger and territoriality.

It was ridiculous. I was playing a role, pretending to forgive him. But in this moment, it felt all too real.

The waitress lingered, chatting with Luca, her body language screaming her interest. And I sat there, seething, my mind racing with ways to get her away from him.

What was wrong with me? I was supposed to be the one in control, the one playing the game. But in this moment, I felt like a pawn, a jealous and possessive pawn.
Luca's eyes never left mine, his gaze piercing through the tension. "Hey, Sarah," he said, his voice firm but polite. "Just the usual, thanks."

The waitress, Sarah, pouted, her eyes flashing with disappointment. "Okay, Luca," she said, her tone hinting at a familiarity that made my skin crawl.

But Luca ignored her, his focus solely on me. "So, Stelle," he said, his voice low and husky. "What do you want?"

I swallowed hard, my mind racing with possibilities. What did I want? Revenge, anger, hurt? Or something more?

I leaned in, my voice barely audible over the music. "I want a drink," I said, my eyes locked on his. "And I want you to leave me alone."

Luca's eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched. But he nodded, his expression unreadable. "Coming up," he said, his voice cold.

Sarah sashayed off, her eyes shooting me a dirty look. But I didn't care. I had made my move, asserted my control. And Luca had acquiesced, for now.

Luca signaled to the bartender, ordering us a round of drinks. I watched as he expertly mixed a cocktail, his hands moving with a fluid grace that belied the tension between us.

As he handed me the glass, our fingers touched, and I felt a jolt of electricity. I pulled away, my heart racing.

"So, Stelle," Luca said, his voice low and husky. "What do you want to talk about?"

I took a sip of my drink, the alcohol burning down my throat. "I don't know, Luca," I said, my voice detached. "You tell me."

Luca's eyes narrowed, his gaze piercing through the dim light of the club. "Fine," he said, his voice dripping with challenge. "Let's talk about us."

My heart skipped a beat as he leaned in, his face inches from mine. "There is no us, Luca," I said, my voice barely audible.

Luca's smile was cold, calculating. "Oh, but there is, Stelle," he said, his eyes glinting with determination. "And we're just getting started."

Luca's words hung in the air, a challenge and a promise. I felt a shiver run down my spine as he leaned in closer, his eyes burning with intensity.

"We're not done, Stelle," he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. "Not by a long shot."

I pulled back, my heart racing, and forced a smile onto my face. "I'm tired, Luca," I said, my voice light. "I think I'll call it a night."

Luca's eyes narrowed, but he nodded, his face expressionless. "I'll take you home," he said, his voice cold.

As we left the club, the cool night air was a welcome respite from the tension between us. I knew this wasn't over, not by a long shot. Luca had made his move, and now it was my turn.

But as we drove through the city, the silence between us thick and heavy, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was playing with fire. And I wasn't sure if I was ready for the consequences.

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Luca's POV:

I watched Stelle's eyes flash with jealousy as Sarah touched my arm, and a triumphant smile spread across my face. I knew it. I knew she still had feelings for me.

I ignored Sarah's flirting, my focus solely on Stelle. Her eyes narrowed, her jaw clenched, and I could almost see the wheels turning in her head.

She thought she was hiding it, but I knew her too well. I knew every subtle expression, every twitch of her lips. And I knew that look. It was the same look she used to give me when we were together, when she thought I was paying too much attention to another woman.

I leaned in, my voice low and husky. "So, Stelle, what do you want to talk about?" I asked, my eyes locked on hers.

I saw the flicker of uncertainty, the hint of vulnerability. And I pounced. "Let's talk about us," I said, my voice dripping with challenge.

Her eyes flashed, her face pale. But I just smiled, my heart racing with excitement. This was it. This was the moment I had been waiting for.

The game was on, and I was ready to play.