The caregiver's secret

Chapter 18.

Bianca's POV

"Lucas! What's this?" I ask rubbing the stain on his collar.

I felt him tense under my fingers, I was trying to keep my cool and not over react.

"It's not what you think Yanca." he said, using Cathy's nick name for me.

I stepped away from him a little too roughly, I couldn't stand being so close to him without assurance that he was wh*ring around.

"Really? Do you know how guilty that makes you sound?" I asked folding my arms across my chest.

"Calm down and let's talk about this over lunch." He said.

Now I was loosing it.

"Don't tell me to freaking calm down okay, I was calm until you said that." I snapped, my voice going up a notch.

"And we can't have lunch at 10 in the morning!" I yell.

"Fine let's go for breakfast." He said.

The fact that he was acting so calm and collected was pissing me off even more. I turned around and stormed out of his office, he followed behind me with his hands in his pocket. His PA looked at us in shock but didn't say anything.

"Clear my morning schedule." he called as we entered the elevator.

When the doors close, he moves closer to me and tries to make a move. I swat him away and pushing back lightly.

"Keep your hands to yourself Lucas de la Martini." I scold.

"Just a little?" He said coming closer again.

I put my hands in front of me blocking him again.

"Not even a little." I say shaking my head in disapproval.

We reached the ground floor and got into his BMW, we drove off to a nearby café.
We made our way inside the cozy cafe. A little bell chiming to alert the lady at the counter of our entrance. Swiftly walking to the back we got comfortable and looked at the menu. After placing our order, I looked back at him expectantly.

"Get talking." I demanded.

" Before coming in for work I went by to see Cathy and Caleb, I found Chelsea there. She works some mornings and afternoons, I actually don't really know her duty there and I don't give two f*cks about what she does. She was there and tried to make a pass at me which I declined for the hundredth time." he explained.

My anger boiled to a whole new level.

"That b*sh! If I see her filthy hands anywhere near you again, I'll chop them off and feed them to her." I said.
I pulled his face closer to mine from across the table and whispered. "If you lead her on... I'll castrate you de la Martini."

"That's gross, but are you jealous?" he said, a smile breaking onto his lips.

"No I'm not so you wipe that stupid look off your face." I said.

Was I really jealous? I mean, that tramp can't touch what's mine. Next time she tries anything, she'll have to deal with me and then deal with paramedics afterwards.

Just then, the waiter brought our order and we started eating and chatting. We lazily talked and it almost felt like nothing had changed, like everything was just the way it was when I used to work for the Alberts. I had missed this, so I didn't want to face reality.

"I want to meet the kids." He said suddenly.

"You met them already." I said trying to play dumb