Chapter 3 i can be your favourite

I got ready in a black blouse and a pink short flared skirt, then walked out to the car to wait for Luciano. I still couldn't believe Enzo had paid for all this just for me. Even if he didn't trust me and my choices, he could've remembered I wasn't a child anymore.

"I really hate him so much," I muttered to myself.

I hated him enough to want to do something reckless-like figure out what he hid in that private room, and run far away.

Forever. I wouldn't obviously do all that and remain in this house.

More than thirty minutes passed, and Luciano was still inside his father's private room-the one place he never let me near. A year earlier, I tried sneaking in, but before I even reached the door, Enzo had called me. That creepy man watched every move, just like his son... wait a second.

"Better not," I whispered, shaking my head as I strapped the seatbelt around my waist in the front seat.

Better not be that my stepbrother had actually seen what I was doing that morning.

"Oh snap." I slapped my forehead. "This can't be happening."

"It's happening, Tiffy."

The door opened. I glared as Luciano slid in slowly. As long as I had known him, when he was upset, he refused to let anyone else drive-unlike his father or even Mom sometimes. The fact that he might have heard what I did just now made everything a huge mess.

Without a word, Luciano started the car and drove out of the compound. In case you forgot, I always buckled up when he drove because he drove like he was trying to die, not arrive anywhere.

I held on for dear life and started scanning the car for hidden cameras. This gray-eyed guy couldn't possibly have heard me by accident.

From the corner of my eye, I caught him staring. His blank gaze had morphed into what looked like a smirk. But when I turned fully, his face went blank again.

I just didn't get it.

The idea of being stuck with him for years freaked me out completely. What if I do something crazy? What if I couldn't control myself near him.

The shopping went fine, absolutely fine. Luciano stayed in the car while I browsed. I met a nice guy shopping with someone I assumed was his girlfriend. Call me a bad girl; I didn't mind. I didn't force him to take my number though but I would like to see him again before I leave.

While I shopped and chatted, we made plans to meet that evening-though I doubted it would happen. I was supposed to see Joe, my boyfriend, instead.

Loading the bags into the car was easy; the workers helped. The only good thing about Luciano was his silence. It let me bury myself in my phone once I got in.

I smiled wide, ignoring his weird, angry look as he pulled out of the parking lot. That didn't last long. His palm suddenly covered my phone screen.

"I can do it for you," he said.

Puzzled, I shifted my legs and face away. I was angled so my back was toward him, but his hand stayed on the phone.

"Tiff. Don't hide it. I saw you." A sly smirk spread across his face. "I saw what you were doing."

Please no.

My brows shot up as I frowned. I followed his gaze to my phone, confused for a few seconds, until I looked up and saw his brows raised even higher.

Such an arrogant jerk!

I slapped his hand away and tried to convince myself it wasn't what I was thinking.

"Don't you have better things to do than spy on people's chats?" I glared. "Seriously, Luciano, that's not normal!"

He scoffed.

"Then I bet what's normal is moaning my name while you were busy with yourself?"

My heart skipped and dropped into my stomach. The smirk on his face faded into that emotionless mask where you couldn't guess what he was thinking.

Slowly, I set my phone on my thighs, rubbed my sweaty palms together, and sighed. My mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water while Luciano pretended not to notice, driving with his usual blank expression.

"I-umm... you know, eh?" I stammered. "It's not what you think, Luciano. You didn't knock and I...I can... I mean...I can explain."

"Can explain how you moaned my name, didn't notice me walk in, and I watched for two minutes?" Luciano cut in. "I love your voice, by the way," he added casually. "I wouldn't mind hearing it right next to my ear."

I swallowed hard. He stood and watched me for two whole minutes! What a creep.

I crossed my thighs as I felt a flutter of sensation. Clenching didn't help; the feeling only grew worse.

"Breathe, Tiff." Luciano smirked and placed his palm on one of my thighs. "Look at me," he commanded.

Like an idiot, I did. Staring into those seductive gray eyes. Behind them burned something dark and forbidden.

For some reason I still didn't understand, I didn't push his hand away. I just stared at it. When he gently tried to part my thighs with his index and middle fingers, I actually let my legs open a little.

Just an invitation.

A pleased smile curved his lips. He looked up at me and smirked wider. His middle finger slid along my inner thigh-he wiggled it teasingly-then pulled back for a second before returning.

A faint gasp escaped me. I gripped both sides of the seat, bit my lower lip, and closed my eyes.

I wanted this. This was exactly what I had been aching for.

A rush of excitement went through me as his finger nudged at the edge of my clothing, then he stopped. AGAIN!

"You have to be a good girl and be patient." His voice came out hoarse. "I want you to beg for it."

A mischievous smirk appeared as he watched me snap my skirt down and clamp my legs shut. I couldn't believe I had let it go that far.

Dang it!

"You jerk!" I groaned through clenched teeth.

Luciano just shrugged and took a sharp turn toward the entrance of our father's mansion.

"What? I'm free, you know. I can be your favorite," he smirked.