LOVE DIARY; LH

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LUKES POV

I've never had someone stand up to me like Carmen. How can she be like that, just standing up to her dominant? that is so disrespectful! Who does she think she is? some low class angsty 16 year old girl. but I have to admit, she has a very hot bod. Nice boobs, skinny waist, and slight curves with a plump butt. and her attitude too. Jesus. She's quite the mystery- which has never happened before, so I have some respect for her. Maybe that's why I gave her my jacket? I don't know.

fine fine. she's kinda cute, I mean no ones ever worn my clothes like that. I don't share. And I wouldn't think of it with any of my other girls.
I looked over to her and she's got this little smile on her face, and her cheeks are a light shade of pink, and she's all cuddled up, and she's got sweater paws. SWEATER PAWS. That's like, irresistible. But she gets on my nerves and I just met her. So that's not a good thing. I should stop thinking about her, but she's pretty much the center of my world now. I have to take care of her. Wait, did I say she's cute? No, I take that back. you cannot develop feelings for your partner, besides I hate her anyways. yeah, I hate her. That works.

FINALLY HOME, ALSO CARMENS POV

"HONK!" I jumped awake from my seat, the car horn scaring the life out of me. I took on my surroundings, I'm alone in the car, the sun is starting to come up, and the car is parked. where is Luke?
I looked out the windshield.

Luke is standing there, arms crossed and glaring at me.
"I HONKED THE HORN FOR A REASON, BABE." he yells through the window.
I roll my eyes and take my sweet time, stretching my back, fingers, arms, and legs, and slowly getting out of the car and smirking at him.
"I told you to hurry up." he snaps as we walk to the front door.
I look around to see a gated fence, probably 6 feet tall surrounding the area. A big, (of course trimmed to the centimeter) lawn, fountains and a garden. The house was the biggest thing I've ever seen, 2 stories, lots of stained glass windows on the first floor, a tall cobblestone chimney, the house is humongous and very beautiful.
"yeah and I told you that my names Carmen, no shit Sherlock." I grinned at my obvious attitude, practically dripping from my mouth. damn that sounds sexual.
we walk inside his house and I'm greeted by some old hag maid smiling, clearly wearing dentures. It's hard to contain my laugh as I look at Luke, who just sighs and crosses his arms again. oh right, he's too good for everyone.

"Once your sense of humor grows up, I can introduce you to my maid." says Luke, gesturing to the old lady.

"fine, and also it's *our maid." I corrected him.

"whatever, our maid. anyways this is Hannah. She'll take care of you when I'm out." Luke says.

Hannah smiles at me and we shake our hands.
"Hi deary! Nice to meet you!"

"Hey, you too." I say with no emotion. I could care less who he pays probably minimum wage to look after me.

"Hannah, take Carmen on a tour. I have to go out." Luke commands her and she nods. lmao he's probably just going out to fuck his sidehoe.
Hannah starts to walk to what looks like the living room when Luke pins me to the wall and stares down at me, my heart racing and eyes wide. I watch him lean to my neck and I close my eyes, feeling him nibble on the skin under my ear. my breath hitches and my heartbeat is racing, I can feel his hot breath hovering on me, no longer on my skin. He brings his mouth to my ear and whispers,
"Change your fucking act."
my eyes go wide, as he walks away and slams the door closed. a cool breeze enters the room and my heartbeat slows down.

Jesus Christ.

I through the halls, looking for Hannah as my footsteps echo through the empty halls.
"Hannah?!" I call out, no answer. well okay then. I'm passing practically all the rooms, but that's okay because I have the rest of my life to see them.
Now I'm running up these stairs as it leads me to a high ceilinged living room. creamy walls, a big leather couch, a glass coffee table and the fireplace. there's paintings of trees and shit that I never really see because I was always anti social af. I look out a big stained glass window and make out what looks like Hannah in the garden. Well, okay.