𝙈𝙄𝙉𝙀 𝐹𝑜𝓇 𝒶 𝙈𝙊𝙈𝙀𝙉𝙏

𝓕𝓲𝓯𝓽𝓮𝓮𝓷

⭒°ˑ˚。﹒∙♡☼⭒°ˑ˚。﹒∙

I felt someone gently shaking me, pulling me out of my sleep. With a soft hum, I blinked my eyes open, only to see Luciano standing over me, his cold gaze locked on mine.

"We're here," he said flatly, his tone as emotionless as ever.

I stretched, still groggy from the long flight, and stood up to follow him. As I stepped off the private jet, the warm air of our destination hit me, and I froze in place, my eyes widening in shock. Dubai? We were in Dubai!

My heart raced as excitement flooded through me. I had always dreamed of visiting this place. Without even thinking, I squealed in delight and threw my arms around Luciano in an impulsive hug. 

"Oh my God! Thank you, thank you!" I couldn't stop the words from tumbling out, my excitement taking over.

He stiffened in my arms, clearly caught off guard, but his face remained unreadable—cold, like always. Still, I could sense his surprise, though he masked it well. Realizing what I was doing, I quickly pulled away, my face heating up in embarrassment. 

"Sorry," I mumbled, pushing a strand of hair behind my ear and looking away.

"It's okay," he replied in his usual distant tone. "Let's go."

I followed behind him as we walked toward the car waiting for us. The driver had already unloaded our suitcases from the jet and placed them in the trunk of the sleek black car. Luciano, always the perfect gentleman despite his icy exterior, opened the door for me.

I slid in, muttering a quick thank you, and he closed the door before making his way to the other side. The engine purred to life, and we began our drive through Dubai's breathtaking cityscape.

As we neared the hotel, I was completely unprepared for what awaited us. The building towered into the sky, gleaming under the moon like something out of a fairy tale. Marble floors stretched through the lobby, leading to enormous crystal chandeliers that glittered above us. Every corner of the place exuded wealth and luxury.

Once the car stopped, hotel staff rushed to take our luggage, and we were escorted inside. The air was cool, and the rich scent of polished wood and expensive fragrances filled the space. We took the elevator up, the soft hum of it only adding to the surreal feeling. When the doors opened, we were greeted by the sight of double doors—our suite.

Luciano slid the key card in, and the doors opened automatically, revealing the grandest penthouse I had ever seen in my life. My jaw dropped.

The living room alone was huge, with floor-to-ceiling windows that gave a panoramic view of the bustling city below. The plush sofas and modern furniture looked like they belonged in a magazine, perfectly arranged to create a space both luxurious and inviting. 

A sleek kitchen was tucked to the side, with marble countertops and high-end appliances that gleamed under the light. There was even a staircase leading to the second level.

I wandered further into the penthouse, my steps echoing off the polished floors. Everything here was larger than life. As I ascended the stairs, I reached the master bedroom, and I had to stop for a moment just to take it all in. 

It was massive—elegantly decorated with soft linens and a king-sized bed that looked like it could swallow me whole. And then, my eyes were drawn to the balcony.

I stepped outside, my breath catching in my throat. The balcony opened up to the most spectacular view of the city, with the Burj Khalifa standing tall in the distance, illuminated by the setting sun. The sight was overwhelming, like something straight out of my dreams.

Behind me, I heard Luciano enter the room, his presence grounding me. 

"This is... incredible," I said, turning to face him, my eyes wide with awe.

He simply hummed in response, his expression unchanged. I bit my lip, feeling a bit silly for expecting more from him, but I couldn't let it dampen my excitement. My stomach grumbled suddenly, reminding me that I hadn't eaten since the plane.

"I'm hungry," I said aloud, walking back into the room and grabbing the phone to call room service. As I placed the order, I realized it might take a while, so I grabbed my suitcase, deciding it was time for a shower. I wheeled the bag into the bedroom, eager to freshen up before dinner.As I opened my suitcase, I felt a wave of surprise crash over me. 

Nestled neatly inside, folded with care, was... lingerie. And not just any lingerie, but the kind that made my face burn with embarrassment. 

"Oh my God!" I gasped, covering my mouth with both hands, my heart racing. I couldn't believe Isabella had packed this for me.

Before I could even process what was happening, Luciano barged into the room, his eyes scanning the area, clearly alarmed. "What happened?" he asked, his voice sharp.

⭒°ˑ˚。﹒∙♡☼⭒°ˑ˚。﹒∙