Mr. Badass ✔

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Gemma 's POV.

I'm living with Luke now, and his Hästens mattress is definitely more comfortable than the one I bought from IKEA.

But I'm not just staying at his place for free—I've started buying cookbooks to make meals for him.

After tasting a few of my dishes, Luke says, "I guess our hourly worker still has her value. Let's call her back."

It's my first day back at work since we made our relationship public, and I've been bombarded with questions. Things like: "When did you and Luke get together?", "Who made the first move?", "What did you two do during those days when you both took time off?", and "When are you getting married?"

All the attention is on me because no one dares to mess with the boss.

I'm not happy about it. Not only do I feel my privacy is being invaded, but working under the title of "the boss's girlfriend" makes it hard to function normally.

When I get home, I tell Luke about this, and he tells me to bear with it for a few more days—it'll all be resolved soon.

"There's something more important right now—supper," he says.

But when Luke says "supper." he doesn't mean just any meal; he means the last supper.

He drives me to a quiet, beautiful villa in the suburbs. The house has a historical charm to it, but I nervously swallow.

"I need to use the bathroom," I say.

"There's one inside."

"I don't want to have dinner with your parents."

"You can just watch us eat then."

"I think I might be falling for someone else."

"No problem," Luke smirks. "As long as your body stays in my bed, your heart can be elsewhere."

Luke wraps his arm around me and pulls me into his parents' house.

The garden is filled with hydrangeas, their fragrance filling the air.

As I try to resist, I suddenly notice the chubby silhouette of a man in the corner of the yard.

I look closer and realize—it's our company's CEO, Luke's dad, hanging laundry.

Unbelievable.

While I stand there stunned, Luke offers an explanation: "My dad handles most of the household chores."

"No servants?" I ask, confused.

"If we had servants, what would he even do around here?" Luke replies.

The CEO, hearing our conversation, walks over with an empty laundry basket in his arms. He looks at Luke, then at me, and says with a pity expression, "Gemma, you forgave him so quickly?"

I don't know how to respond.

"Dad," Luke pauses, "I've got to ask—am I really your biological son?"

The CEO smirks coldly, "You'll have to ask your mother about that."

Luke pulls me into the house.

In the living room, I meet Luke's mother, and I finally understand why the CEO has such a low status at home.

Luke's mom is stunning—she has wavy brown hair, a tall and elegant figure, and she looks like a Hollywood movie star.

Time has not only spared her looks but has added a touch of mature grace.

Luke pulls me to her and briefly introduces me: "Mom, this is Gemma, your daughter-in-law."