Chapter Thirty #2
“Hey, um… so…” I shot him an impatient look as I spared a glance at Luca and Lily chatting a few tables over.
“Spit it out, Anthony.”
He recoiled at my snapping but swallowed before continuing regardless. “Congrats on today. That was an amazing race from you.”
I forced a smile, trying to act polite despite my irritation.
Shifting uncomfortably, Anthony slid his hand through his hair.
“Look, Georgia. I know things have been… complicated between us.” Understatement of the year.
“But seeing you up there on that podium today, living your dream, it made me realize how much I missed you,” he sighed.
“Here you are winning the Grand Prix you’ve been dreaming about, and all I wanted to do was congratulate you.
I just, I’m sorry, alright?” I stared back at Anthony in disbelief, mouth wide open.
“For before, you know? For not believing in you.”
“Uh huh.” I wanted to kick myself for not being able to say something—anything—better than that. “And this sudden change of heart is because…?”
Anthony lightly laughed. “I know, I know, why would you believe me now? Look, I feel bad for what I said before, and for what I said at the bar. I guess… I’m not really over you.
” I felt like I’d been punched in the gut.
“You don’t have to say anything back. Seeing you with Luca back in Barcelona, I guess I wasn’t able to handle the truth. ”
No way was he being serious.
“The truth being?” I asked cautiously.
“That Luca’s right. That you deserve better than me. I couldn’t handle all of your success, and I was an ass about it, but that doesn’t change the fact I miss you, you know? I miss our late-night conversations, our fun road trips.”
“You sure have a hell of a way of showing it,” I said dryly. “Honestly, Anthony, I’m sort of struggling to believe you right now.”
He cut me off. “I know, and I deserve that. Look, I know you have to get back to your friends, but I just wanted to let you know.” Stunned into silence, all I could do was stare at him while I attempted to process Anthony’s unexpected confession.
He reached for me, but before he could grab my wrist, Luca suddenly appeared by my side, a discernible frown on his face.
Arms wrapped around my waist in a possessive hold as Luca narrowed his eyes at Anthony.
“Is there a problem here?” Luca’s voice was laced with a subtle threat.
Anthony’s eyes widened in surprise, clearly taken aback by Luca’s sudden appearance. “No problem,” he stammered. “I was just congratulating Georgia on her win.”
“Yes, well, thanks, Anthony,” I said flatly before turning to Luca. “Ready to go?”
He quirked a questioning eyebrow but nodded, letting me drag him into the cab I’d hailed outside of the club.
The ride to my apartment was silent. Truthfully, I didn’t know what to say or think about Anthony’s confession.
It was unlikely that this sudden change of heart was genuine, but a part of me wanted to believe the apology anyway.
I’d held on to my hate and anguish for so long, and yet watching Anthony apologize to me, it felt unfulfilling.
I didn’t need his apology to feel whole anymore.
His opinion of me didn’t matter. Whether the apology was genuine or not didn’t matter.
At this moment, the only thing that mattered was Luca.
He was the only person I wanted to spend tonight with, even if it felt like he was ignoring me.
The moment the car arrived, we quickly shuffled into my living room, and I was feeling more and more annoyed with him.
He padded over to my fridge, grabbed a bottle of water, and turned back to me, smiling slightly. “Well, what a good day. Night, Georgie.” And with that, he waltzed into his room and shut the door.
Why was I fuming? Not for any decent reason I cared to admit. I marched over to my guest room and flung open the door, not sparing him a knock. Inside was a shirtless Luca staring back at me. His eyes conveyed a look of innocent shock, but the ever-so-slight curl of his lip told me otherwise.
“What was that all about?” I demanded.
“Hmm?” he asked casually, setting his water down at his bedside table.
“You!” I yelled back, starting to raise my voice. “You spent the whole night ignoring me by, like, not ignoring me.”
Good grief, Georgia, you can do better than that.
“I thought you’d want your space,” he responded easily. “Didn’t want to overcrowd you.”
“Why would you think I’d want space from my boyfriend?” I gritted back.
“Fake boyfriend,” he added quietly, and he almost looked disappointed as he said the words. His smirk grew into a full-blown grin, and my throat tightened with embarrassment.
I felt like a criminal that had been caught red-handed.
“What is it you want me to do, Georgia?” he asked, slowly inching towards me. His eyes were dark, pupils blown as he watched me like a hawk. “Hmm?”
What did I want Luca to do?
I stepped back, but he followed. When my back hit the wall, his hands came up to cradle my face, his eyes burning into mine.
His lips brushed mine, featherlight. I tried to keep my eyes focused on his, but it was next to impossible, not as he snaked his other hand around my waist and pulled my entire body flush with his.
I wanted to say something back, but I was frozen while I contemplated what I wanted. Luca chuckled as he watched me try to form words, his knowing smile growing larger by the second.
“Oh, amore, I’ll let you get away with not answering me this time as a reward for winning today, but next time I ask you a question, I expect an answer.
Only good girls get rewards.” Goosebumps shot down my body as I felt his warm breath on my neck.
Luca’s lips met mine in a passionate kiss.
I wrapped my arms around his back and pulled him closer.
His hands traveled down to my thighs and tapped them gently, inviting me to jump up and wrap my legs around his waist, which I happily obliged. Luca turned on his heels and swung open the door, making a beeline for my bedroom. I sunk into the softness of the bed as he pinned me down.
I was a panting mess as he pulled off my top.
Looking up at me, he asked if he could continue by removing my skirt.
Without hesitation, I nodded in desperate agreement.
This was my race win, and I was going to enjoy my spoils.
Luca’s lips curled into a mischievous smirk as he hooked his fingers around the waistband of my skirt and pulled it down in one swift motion.
I was about to protest, but before I could, his mouth was trailing soft kisses up my leg.
I felt his mouth get to my thong, and he pulled it aside, placing gentle licks around my core—everywhere except where I desperately needed him most. He slipped a finger under the fabric and tugged.
My legs draped over his shoulders as he worked his way back up, his slow kisses sending shivers down my spine.
My whimpers grew louder as he reached the top of my thighs.
“Luca, stop teasing,” I demanded. All I heard was a chuckle, but to my surprise, he gave in.
His tongue slid up the entrance to my clit, and I sucked in a breath.
I started to squirm from the pleasure, and I felt Luca’s hand press down on my hips, keeping them in place as he stopped my movements.
Unconsciously, I had begun to grind on his tongue, hoping to get some additional friction, but to no avail.
Luca had me locked down, and damn if it wasn’t making me even more turned on.
Luca began to pick up the pace, working me like he was a starved man who had just been presented with a feast. His tongue moved quickly and forcefully and then gently and slowly, sending waves of pleasure throughout my body.
He continued this pattern, driving me to the brink of ecstasy.
And when he slid a finger inside of me, I couldn’t resist any longer. My pants and moans were uncontrollable.
“Fuck, so much better than my dream…” Luca stopped, his dark eyes looking up at me with a grin so wicked, it’d give just about any movie villain a run for its money, but before I could protest, his mouth kept working me until my toes began to curl.
I let out the most animalistic sound as Luca sunk a second and then a third finger into me, sliding them in and out, hitting that sweet spot each time.
With a few more thrusts, I was coming hard and fast. Shock waves of pleasure were coursing through my body.
Luca helped me ride out my waves of pleasure as he licked up everything I had to offer.
As soon as I came down from my high, I started to catch my breath. Opening my eyes, I saw Luca hovering above me, a huge fucking smile on his face. He gave me a quick kiss on the lips before standing up and slowly backing away from the bed.
I noticed the large bulge in his pants, and just as I was about to propose that I could help him with that, he uttered, “Tonight’s about you, amore.” And then he smiled a wicked grin, adding, “Plus, now we’re even,” with so much arrogance he might as well have been the winner tonight.
I blinked. “Wait, what?” Speechless didn’t justify how I was feeling. Luca put on a devilish grin, turned around, and left my bedroom.
Even? I stared at the door, still catching my breath.
It certainly didn’t feel like we were even.
If anything, it felt wildly, unfairly, tilted in his favor.
Tonight, Luca had given me exactly what I’d been asking for—space, control, a reprieve from the pressure of our relationship—and yet somehow, he’d still left me wanting more. Left me craving him.
His touch. His mouth. His praise.
And now here he was, walking out of my bedroom with a smug grin that said he knew exactly what he was doing. I wasn’t sure if I was impressed by how well his cold shoulder worked to get under my skin—or annoyed that I had fallen for it like a complete buffoon.
Both. It was definitely both.
Georgia: 1. Luca: 2.