His Possession

Chapter Thirty-Two:

EMILY'S POINT OF VIEW:

My body graciously thanked Luca for the food that he had sent to me. It was by far the best meal that I have had. It was also delivered by a very sweet man, who seemed a little anxious but he was nice.

My meal consisted of steak topped with a peppercorn sauce, some mixed vegetables, and potatoes. It was amazing, and the steak was even cooked to the temperature I usually like. It was odd, but Luca knew everything about me somehow.

I scarfed down the food in a few mouthfuls, feeling grateful for it.

My stomach was full and I was finally ready to sleep. I had no problems falling asleep anymore, since the pain killers I was taking relaxed my body and made it very easily to doze off.

I quickly changed out of my clothes that I had worn all day, and slipped into a pair of PJ's. It felt great to replace those tight jeans with something a little more comfortable.

I scurried underneath the covers and pulled them up over my head, something I've always done as a child when I was frightened. But I wasn't frightened right now, I felt safe. Luca's actions and words today really made me feel better. I knew that he wasn't just trying to gain my trust to hurt me, he really cared for me. Why else would he completely stop the trafficking? I'm sure that had many repercussions, as well as loss of money and clients.

I shrugged it off and shut my eyes tightly, finally allowing my body to rest peacefully.

LUCA'S POINT OF VIEW:

I slipped cautiously into Emily's room, noticing that she had finished her meal and she was now sleeping underneath the covers. I looked closer at her and noticed that she was curled up into a small little ball, causing me to smile.

I slowly crawled into the bed beside her, making sure not to make too much movement and wake her up. I didn't want her freaking out and thinking that I was watching her sleep. I was just getting stressed out from business, and needed to relax for a little.

I had gotten several angry emails from my partners who helped me run the trafficking. They told me that I would regret this. But I didn't care. I held the authority here and no one else. Except my father, I'm sure once he finds out he'll be beyond pissed, but again, I didn't care. He gave me this power for a reason, and I knew how to use it. We've had several potential clients turn away because they found out we were involved in the trafficking. Some said that it left a sour taste in their mouths, and they didn't want to do business with someone who did that to all those women. My father handled most of our clients, but I did too.

If anything, this choice I made was better. It would bring in more clients.

I shrugged off the thought and relaxed further into the bed with Emily. I could hear her soft breaths coming from underneath the blanket, and was curious how she wasn't suffocating under there.

I reached over slowly and pulled down the blankets to expose her face. She didn't move an inch, only her breathing slowed.

I smirked at her and leaned back against the headboard. My muscles calmed and I felt at peace sitting beside her. She was beautiful. She was everything. But she still was a distraction. My feelings for her were growing into something I've never felt before. I enjoyed it, I flourished on it. I was able to concentrate better on my work since I had told her what I wanted to for a long time now. Plus, there still wasn't any news on Damon.

I placed my hands behind my head and closed my eyes, sighing happily.

EMILY'S POINT OF VIEW:

My body shook slightly and I felt myself slowly come in consciousness. I rubbed my eyes groggily and turned towards the hand that held onto my shoulder. My eyes lazily focused on Luca, who was standing beside my bed. How long was he in here? I cautiously looked up at him and sat up against the headboard.