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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I don't think twice about getting in my car as soon as Luca leaves. I know better than to follow him. He needs time to digest what just happened and I hope he realises deep down that I'd never do anything to hurt him–even if I wasn't completely honest in the beginning.
His voice when he asked me if any of it was real. Fuck. It haunts me.
Does he really think I could fake all of that? I know he saw how I looked at him, as if he's the only person in this damn world that could ever hold my attention. But it's true. When he's around I see no one else.
It's always him I focus on in a sea of bland civilians.
My fingers grip on my steering wheel so tightly that I almost rip the skin over my knuckles. The image of his damp face covered in tears slides into my mind and I shake my head, trying to rid myself of those awful memories.
No. I will put things right. Even if it gets messy.
As soon as I arrive outside my parents mansion I barely acknowledge how I managed to get here. I wasn't thinking straight. I haven't been thinking straight for the last hour. It's infected by visions of myself throttling my father for what he's caused.
Then the thought of Luca never forgiving me crosses my mind and it feels like someone has taken a chainsaw to my chest. I refuse to let him go. Even if I have to fight and prove myself over and over again. I will do it. Without a doubt.
I'm surprised I didn't collide with a tree head on.
I take a moment to compose myself because I know as soon as I step inside their house, all hell is about to break loose. I'm not even going to be sorry for it. I tug the keys out of the ignition and climb out my car.
My hand raises to the door and I press on their stupid, fancy doorbell because their house is so fucking big that they need one in every room. I can hear it chime through the glass doors and I resist the urge to roll my eyes.
Keep calm, Declan. Keep breathing.
I spot my mothers small frame as she approaches the door. As soon as she opens it she glances up at me. "Declan," those hazel eyes soften at me. "What a lovely surprise it is to see you."
"Hi, mum," I say as I step forward and press a soft kiss to her cheek. "Where is dad? I need to speak with him urgently."
"Oh," she flashes me a smile. "He said you'd be over to talk about the business. It sounds really exciting!"
I turn to her with clenched brows. I know that my mother doesn't understand much about dad's business or mine or how any of it works. He tells her one thing and she runs with it, not knowing if it's good or bad. He manipulates the situation every time.
"Does it?" I shoot back lazily. "Because I'm about to lose my fucking shit with him."
My stomach clenches for swearing in front of my mother like this but I can't help it. I have to release some of it now before I start tearing down their entire house without a tiny piece of remorse.
