LucianoI'm being disregarded.I'm definitely being disregarded. I glanced back through the rearview mirror and unconsciously clenched my jaw. Dom and Thalia were still talking amongst themselves in a hushed voice, giggling from time to time. I clicked my tongue. I couldn't hear what they were saying, so it just made me more frustrated.I heard Grandpa Ferri laugh by my side, but I ignored him. My jealousy was brimming to the core, and it fucking sucks that I can't do anything about it. ***I sighed in relief when we finally arrived at the beach house I rented for two days and one night. Thalia looked around the place with a smile on her face, making my heart swell in pride. "Do you like it?" I asked. Her eyes were still on the sight as she nodded her head. "It's so beautiful here. How did you even find this place?""Word of mouth," I smiled. "But why is it so empty?" she asked. "It feels like we're the only ones here.""That's because we are," I said. She turned to me, her e

Thalia “Get up,” I shook Luciano awake as I sat down on his bed. He got up quickly and looked at me in confusion, rubbing his still-sleepy eyes. “Thalia?” he asked, confused. “What are you doing here?” “Get up,” I shook his shoulders, ignoring his last question.He sat up on the bed and ruffled his hair.“What’s up, bambi? Why’d you wake me up at…,” he glanced at the bedside clock. “4 o’clock in the morning?”“Get dressed,” I said, “We’re going on a date.” His eyes widened in surprise, and his posture straightened. “What? Date?" he asked, perplexed. I chuckled and removed the duvet from his body.“Yes, a date. So, get up.”“What’s gotten into you, bambi?”“You’re the one asking me on a date?”I nodded my head.“Why? Don’t you want to?” I cocked one of my eyebrows.“I want to,” he quickly answered. “But I haven’t planned for a second date yet,” he reasoned. “Why don’t we go tomorrow, hmm?” he gently asked.I shook my head. “I want to go now,” I said. “You don’t have to plan for t

Thalia "I'm home, sweetheart," Luciano said, swallowing his tears. Lucille got up from her seat and hugged Luciano through the gap between the seats. Luciano removed his seatbelt and engulfed Lucille in his arms, muttering "Dad's home" to comfort the crying child. I, too, couldn't help but tear up as I watched their long-awaited reunion. For the past four years, I've gotten used to being alone. I had already conditioned my mind that Lucille and I would be the only members of our family. Yet here we are. Lucille broke away from the hug, her cheeks stained with tears. Luciano chuckled and sniffed as he held onto both of her cheeks. "What are we going to do with you, sweetheart? You're covered in tears. How are you going to make friends at this point?" She stopped crying and looked at her dad with wide eyes. "Am I ugly now?" He threw his head back in amusement while shaking his head. "Of course not, baby. You're still the prettiest." He wiped her tears with the pad of

Thalia "Where are you going again?" I asked Grandpa Ferri, who was currently arranging his bags for an alleged trip. "To my old friend's new house. He finally retired from his job, so he bought a villa on the farthest parts of Amari Coast. I heard that it was mansion-like, so I really want to go." "And you're taking Lucille because?" He smiled sheepishly and scratched the back of his head. "Well, it's the weekends, and my friend also has a granddaughter around the same age as Lucille. I want the two of them to become friends," he cheerily said. "Won't you like that?" "Of course I do," I sighed. "But wouldn't it be too much of a hassle for you to take care of Lucille when you're there to enjoy with your friends?" He shook his head. "Definitely not. Lucille's a well-behaved kid, and they have lots of maids, too, so rest assured that she wouldn't be neglected. Us old people will probably stay in the villa the whole day drinking some wine." "Grandpa," I reprimanded. "You shouldn'

Thalia "I fucking hate you," I spat, trying to get away from Luciano's hold. "Bambi, wait," he pleaded, holding onto my waist, halting me from moving out of the bed. "Let go," I said through gritted teeth, the pain shooting up my body as I struggled to get away from his hold. "Luciano," I warned. "Let go or else." "Or else what?" he asked with a smirk on his face. I sighed and relaxed on the bed, tired of fighting his stubborn ass. "I can't believe you. You didn't stop at three fucking times. You even went in for a fourth round. A fourth one!" I emphasized. He looked at me with wide innocent eyes—like he didn't just annihilate me a few moments back. We started after lunch, and now it was the evening. I didn't even have the strength to prepare our dinner because of the activity we had done for three hours straight. "It's been a while since I've tasted your body, bambi. I forgot just how addicting it is," he smiled and licked his lips. "If you'd permit me, then maybe we