Loving Lucian ✅

Chapter Six

"What's the point of saying 'Vito's waiting' if you won't let me see Vito?" I looked up from my work at him.

He met my eyes and shrugged. Third time. "You'll see him eventually."

"Mr. Montenegro, the only times that I'm looking forward to your house are when Vito's waiting, or when I get to design stuff. I'm not designing anything."

"Would you like to design something?" He asked, and I perked up.

"Yes!"

He moved the paper he was drawing on, onto my clipboard, I was sitting on his desk. I glanced between him and the paper and gave it back to him, which made him furrow his eyebrows. "What?"

"I'm not taking that. That's yours."

"It can be yours now."

"I don't want it. It is yours."

"It's not that big of a deal."

"Uh, yes it is." I took an issue of Bachelors' magazine out of my bag. The one with him on the cover. I placed it in front of him. "That is you, correct?"

"Yes. What relevance does this have?"

"I'm not gonna bombard this guy's genius with my doodles." He scoffed at my words.

"I drew a building structure." He deadpanned. "It's nothing to be fussing over right now."

"It may be just a structure but--" I cut off my words when I really looked at it. "It's my apartment's structure."

"You realize the apartment renovations start next month, right?" He mentioned.

"No." I shook my head.

"Mr. Montenegro, sorry to interrupt but there's someone at the door." Johannes said, stepping into the study. I turned my head to look at him and Lucian looked at him.

"Who is it?"

"It's Ms. Nina Garcia, sir." Johannes said with an uneasy look.

Lucian cleared his throat, his jaw clenching. "Do not let her in. Tell her to come back another time."

"Will do, sir." Johannes said, walking back out. I looked at Lucian.

"Who's Nina?" I asked.

"A...friend." He said slowly.

"Friend?" I repeated slowly. "Friend. Friend?" I furrowed my eyebrows.

"Are you implying something?"

"Oh, no! I wasn't!" I chuckled nervously. "Of course not. Just curious."

"About what?" He leaned back in his chair. "We're not in any sort of relationship, if that's what you're worried about." His voice was weird and teasing again.

"Are you implying something?" He shrugged. Fourth time. "Are you implying that I'm jealous or something?" I scoffed. No way.

"Is there a reason to be?"

"Of course not! That's--that's utterly preposterous!" I denied. "Why would I of all people be jealous?"