Dirty Little Secrets

Love and Lust

*Spencer’s POV*

I sat there still shocked. I could picture my face perfectly. White as a ghost, eyes wide as saucers, still as a statue. I could not comprehend his words, my thoughts had literally been frozen.

“Spencer?” Lucca asked timidly, his voice very, very quiet. He sounded almost afraid. Of me or his father, I wasn’t sure.

Guido sighed. “I know this might be slightly surprising news for you dear, but there is really no need to be so overly dramatic. You will love Italy very dearly, and will settle down quite quickly I’m sure. It will be a lovely change, in fact, much better than the atrocious weather in this… nice Texas you call home.”

“I..” I struggled  to find words, my throat working furiously to say something, to say anything. “How…how dare you. How dare you ask, no, how dare you demand such a thing from me! Just who do you think you are?” I said, my voice now steadily rising. “I cannot even put into words how…how inappropriate it is to ask such a thing of me! I’m dating your son, not you! You don’t dictate how we run our relationship. And you, Lucca! How dare you just sit there and let this happen? Stick up for our relationship dammit! Tell your father to stay out of our relationship. Go on, tell him!” I demanded. I had never been this furious in my entire life.

But before Lucca could even react to my words, his father spoke up, his voice still annoyingly calm and devoid of emotion. “Spencer. Such language is not permitted within this family. Please dear, have some respect.”

“RESPECT? Respect?! How dare you talk to me about respect! I have neve-“ Guido suddenly cuts me off.

“Son,” he says pointedly, now looking at Lucca with slightly narrowed eyes. “Wasn’t there something you wanted to ask Spencer?”

Lucca, who had been silent throughout this entire exchange, slowly spoke up. “Father,” he said, sounding almost like a whining child. “Now is really not the time-“

“Ask her.” It wasn’t a question.

“Ma il padre!”

“Nessun figlio. Abbiamo aspettato abbastanza. Non tollero più.”

I had always been a little reserved of Lucca’s father, perhaps at times a bit intimidated, but never afraid. But it was impossible to mistake the look of fear in Lucca’s eyes for the split second he took to glance at his father. I don’t know what expression Guido had on his face or what he said, but whatever it was convinced Lucca not to disobey him.

Lucca frowned and sighed, closing his eyes and putting his face in his hands. But a few seconds later, he looked back up, straight into my eyes, and I saw resolution on his face. He slowly, ever so slowly, stood up and walked, no, trudged over to where I was still sitting. He stopped when he was directly in front of me. He looked down into my eyes, grabbed onto my hands like they were lifelines, and got down on one knee.

And then Lucca Apollo asked me to marry him.

*No POV*

*Flashback*

“So, as you can see, our offer is superior to all others. Though we’re certain you’ll accept, we’ll give you a few days to think it over. Contact our people when your decision has been made.” A business type looking man dressed immaculately in an expensive looking suit stood gracefully from his chair, preparing to leave the office.

“Ah, please wait just a moment sir.” The man behind the desk said rather hesitantly.

The man in the suit turned and sat back down slowly. He smiled. “Already decided, yes? Wonderful. We knew you would make the right choice in deciding on our business.”