"What do you say, bellissima?"
"Stop calling me that, Arius."
"Over my dead body, wife."
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Lucian West was in desperate need of a job to pay for her mother's loan. When she finally gets the job, her boss offers h...
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ARIUS
Lucy is finally here at my house - our home.
It feels strange to call it our home. Mine and hers. Ours. But I don't mind this feeling at all. It's new, unfamiliar, but it doesn't feel bad. In fact, it feels kind of... right.
It's been a hell of a week. Moving her things in, settling everything, making sure nothing goes wrong. It's been a whirlwind. But the worst part is that we just finished moving all of her things into my room.
"We're really going to have to stay in the same room," Lucy says, her voice tinged with disbelief.
I can see why she's concerned. Hell, I'm concerned too. It's not like we've known each other for that long, and now we're playing this game. Engaged, living together, pretending to be the perfect couple. But the reality of it hits when she looks at me, and the tension is palpable.
"You do realize that it's not my fault, right? Nonna's the one who insists on all of this," I respond, trying to lighten the mood, even though I can feel the weight of it too.
Lucy shoots me a look. "Well, we'll have to make it work, won't we? We don't really have a choice."
She's right. We don't.
"We're professionals, Lucy. We'll get through this. Besides, we're adults. We can stay in the same room without... well, making it awkward."
"Yeah, I guess," she murmurs, her eyes scanning the room. I watch her, wondering what she's thinking. Does she regret this already? Does she hate the idea of staying with me?
"Is there a problem?" I ask, my voice low as I try to catch her gaze.
She shakes her head, but there's a hint of something on her face, something I can't quite place. "No, I just-I'm having some déjà vu."
"Déjà vu?" I repeat, raising an eyebrow. "Déjà vu of what?"
Lucy cringes a little, and I realize what she's about to say before she even does.
"Don't act like you don't remember bringing me over here when I got completely hammered." She pulls a face, clearly embarrassed.
Oh, right. I did bring her here when she was drunk. That was... not the best moment in my life.
I try to hide my grin. "I didn't mean to get you so drunk."
