Luca's Salvation

N i n e

I wake up and stretch out before realizing that the bed I was in did not belong to me.

"Oh shit," I whisper also realizing I wasn't wearing anything but a males shirt.

Fuck.

Fuck!

Fuck!

I remember barely anything from last night and the headache I have coming is nothing I can easily tolerate.

The door opens and Laila walks in with a tray and a cup.

"You're Laila, right?" I ask happy to finally recognize someone.

"Yes," she mumbles setting the tray down. "Take this," she says handing me a pill.

"What's it for?"

"Your hangover. I was told to give it to you," she says watching me down the pill. "You're suppose to eat this too."

"Thank you," I say yawning. "By the way, who told you to do all this?"

"Master," she says turning to leave.

"Who's 'master'?" I ask sitting up.

"Master Luca."

I don't recall at all interacting with him but being in his house, being in his bed, and being nearly naked could only mean one thing..

I HAD SEX WITH LUCA !

"Oh my god," I whisper to myself.

"Are you okay?" Laila asks.

"No," I say standing up. "Where are my clothes?"

"I have your clothes," Luca says appearing at the door.

"Ughh," I whisper. "Just my luck."

"Leave," he says pointing at Laila. "And please close the door behind you."

She does as she's told and it's just us two left in the room.

"Umm," I say feeling my hands get sweaty. "I'll be out of here as soon as I get my clothes."

There's a knock on the door and before being told to come in, a shirtless Michael walks in the room.

"You're still here," he says with a tired smile. "Come on, I'll give you a ride home. You don't look wasted at all, damn."

"No you won't," Luca says firmly. "You knew better than to bring her to this house, let alone get her drunk and sleep here."

"Relax," Michael says. "It was-"

"It was nothing, Michael," Luca says with anger in his voice. "You should have known better!"

"Bu-"

"But nothing," He says cutting him off. "Get dressed," he says looking at me. "I'll take you home."

Michael mumbles something in a language that definitely was not English before walking out and slamming the door.

"I, uh, I still need my clothes," I say my voice shaking. "Can I get them."

He doesn't say anything as he goes to his closest and brings my dress, coat, bag, and bra out.

He steps out of the room.

I quickly put it on, not caring that my dress is backwards and set the borrowed shirt on the bed.

"I'm ready," I say walking out of the room.

He, once again, doesn't say anything as he walks down the stairs, out the house, and gets inside a gorgeous lambo.

"You've got a really nice car," I say as he starts the car. "Really nice."

Silence.

"Look, don't be mad at Micheal, it wasn't his fault," I meekly says. "We both got drunk and just got carried away but it was mostly my fault."

"He knew better, you didn't," he says gruffly.

"Well in our defense," I start off.

"Can you please stop fucking talking?" He says irritated.

"Fine only because you said please," I whisper as I cross my feet and pull out my phone. There is nothing new on my Twitter feed until I come across an ultrasound.

"Shit," I mutter closing my eyes. "Just fuck my life."

He doesn't say anything.

"Aren't you going to ask what's wrong?" I ask peeking from one eye. "That's common courtesy."

"No."

"I'm ovulating," I say regretting it as soon as the words come out of my mouth. "Damn it! We shouldn't have a had sex last night, Luca."

He stares ahead into the road and then a smile creeps up onto his lips.

"Yes," he says carefully choosing his words. "I fucked the shit out of you."

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Luca's pov

She starts biting her fingers and for a second, I feel bad for making her think that we did anything more than sleep in the same bed.

As much as I wanted to, I couldn't bring myself to touch her because it was wrong.

"What if I'm pregnant?" She whispers taking a deep breath. "I'm not ready for a baby. I can barely pay for my life as it is now, how am I going to pay for a baby?!"

"Stress is not good for the baby, Sophia," I mumble under my breath. "Calm down down."

I look over at her and for a second, I feel bad. A sad look comes over her face as she begins biting her bottom lip.

She looked adorable.

She is adorable.

Has much as I wanted to get the image of her laying on Michael's chest out of my head, I couldn't.

It was wrong of me to want her the way I did but there was something about her that stood her out to me.

"Pull over," she says agitated.

"What?" I ask confused. "No."

"PULL OVER, LUCA!" She yells. "Pull over now! Pull the god damn car over!"

She grabs the steering wheel and before I know it the car is spiraling out of control before everything goes black.