Mr. Badass ✔

12 Love Skills

Gemma's POV.

I come home and immediately block that number. I have no energy left—no desire to eat, move, or do anything at all. All I want is to lie on the couch, turn on my computer, and watch a random movie. However, the movie has barely started when the doorbell suddenly rings, and my heart skips a beat.

Did he really find this place?

I quietly walk to the door, holding my breath as I look through the peephole. To my relief, it's not Dmitri standing outside, but Luke. I exhale and open the door.

"The hourly worker's cooking fish. Want to come over later?" he asks.

"Thanks, but I'm not hungry."

I start to close the door, but he props it open with one hand, giving me a closer look. "Are you in a bad mood? You look a little off."

Is it that obvious? Ever since I saw Dmitri, it feels like I've been dragged back to hell. But that's not something I can discuss with my current boyfriend, so I straighten up, "Of course I'm in a bad mood! Who made me stay up all night writing reports?"

"If it wasn't for me, your bonus would be docked right now," Luke says, stepping into my apartment.

"Oh, should I thank you then?" I retort, turning to see him already seated on my couch.

"You're welcome," he says with a smirk. "is there any water?"

I cross my arms. "Don't you have water at your place?"

I really just want to be alone right now.

"I do, but it's all still packed in boxes."

"So you're just too lazy to unpack?" I sigh deeply.

"You could say that."

With a cold smile, I walk to the fridge, grab a bottle of water, and hand it to him, hoping he'll leave soon.

But before I can say anything, his phone rings. It seems to be a call from his family, though I can't make out what's being said.

Luke only responds with "Yeah," "Okay," and "No problem," repeating the phrases in different combinations.

As I watch him on the phone, a mischievous idea suddenly pops into my head.

One second, two seconds, three seconds... As the second hand on the clock completes its circle, I abruptly pounce on Luke, settling myself on his lap.

He shoots me a warning glance, but I just shrug and lean in closer, gently blowing into his other ear.

He doesn't look at me, maintaining his posture, but I can see his ear turning visibly red.

Intrigued, I grow bolder and start unbuttoning his shirt, revealing the smooth, masculine chest beneath.

The sight begins to lift my spirits, which had been so low all day.

I continue to play with his body, my actions growing more daring.

"If you're smart, you'll get off me now," Luke whispers, pulling his phone slightly away from his ear.

"And if I don't?" I murmur, still focused on undoing the buttons, not even bothering to look up.

"Then... I think you'll regret it," Luke says, his voice softer, but laced with a dangerous edge.

I respond lightly, unaware of the looming consequences. "Is that so?"

I slide my hand inside his shirt.

And then, the moment he hangs up the phone, I feel the world spin. In an instant, our positions are reversed—Luke is now pinning me down.

Before I can ask, "What are you doing?" Luke tears open my nightgown. The fabric, decorated with a cute strawberry bear, splits in half, revealing my white lace underwear with a small bow in the center.