Chapter 75


    Sofia’s POV


    “So um, I’ll need um, a room?” I paused and swallowed, looking at an empty spot on the desk as I


    continued. “A room where I can have to myself just for painting, in case I make a mess while still


    learning and trying to get a hang of it.”


    I puffed out a harsh breath, trying not to get too loud as the breath sloshed out of my lungs due to the


    amount of level my nervousness currently was.


    What if he changes his mind and decides that I shouldn’t paint anymore?


    What if he gets angry at me and just does something to me right now?


    What if he…


    “A room…” He started to say in a low voice and I shivered a little, wishing I could take back those


    words about me needing a room to myself.


    Why did I ever expect that Luca would be nice enough to give me a whole room all to myself, after


    agreeing to give me permission to proceed with my idea of getting painting equipment and starting to


    paint.


    If that wasn’t asking for too much, I don’t know what that is.


    “You can have one of the rooms downstairs. Ethan and Ryan would set the room up for you tomorrow.”


    I whipped my head up and stared at him wide eyed, not believing what my ears had just heard.


    He agreed?


    He gave me one room to myself?


    “Oh, thank you, thank you!” I gushed out, staring at him intently while unconsciously taking a step


    forward.


    “Thank you so much.” I ended up whispering and sping my hands before me, on the top of my


    stomach.


    He nodded at me without saying a thing while also staring intently at me and I felt my face flush with


    embarrassed color even more, making me duck my head to stare at my feet after a few seconds.


    “Um, sorry to disturb you…” I said in a small voice as I turned around and started to make my way


    towards the door, feeling his eyes digging into my body oh so intensely, goosebumps rising on every


    exposed inch of my skin almost immediately as I stopped beside the door and pulled on the door knob.


    The door opened and I finally ended up giving in to my curiosity and turning around to stare behind me.


    My gaze locked with Luca’s immediately, which proved the previous point in my mind that he was


    indeed watching me. Color rushed into my cheeks and I quickly stepped out of the office, refusing to lift


    my head up, nor say anything else to him as I slowly and carefully pulled the door shut, to avoid the


    door from jamming way too loudly.


    I dragged in a huge deep breath and puffed it out in the next second, lifting my hands and wrapping it


    around my mouth, in order to stifle my excited scream and sequels.


    I finally did it.


    He gave his permission!


    I’m gonna start painting tomorrow.


    Tomorrow.


    Oh my gosh.


    I covered my mouth with my palms as I screamed into it once again, carefully walking past Luca’s office


    door and making my way up the stairs in order to change my clothes and get my bag, because I was


    going shopping for some painting equipment immediately.


    I paused in the middle of the stairs and made my way back downstairs on realizing that I hadn’t


    informed Luca that I was going to go shop for the painting equipment today. I bit on my lower lips a


    little, contemting going back to his office and knocking on the door, and once he lets me in, I’d just


    ask for permission to go shop immediately.


    I finally ended up dismissing the thought away from my head when it hit me that either Ryan or Ethan


    could ask for permission on my behalf the way thru usually do each time I wanted to go out, it’s better


    than me going back into his office and getting embarrassed in every two seconds.


    I didn’t understand the kind of effect Luca had on me, but it was getting too much at this point and I


    don’t know what to make of it anymore. This was the first time I had gone to meet him where he was


    and started a conversation myself.


    Wait, wait… what in the world am I even saying to begin with?


    Was the thing we had right there in his office a conversation?


    No, it wasn’t.


    It felt so much like an interrogation session between the two of us, even though we haven’t ever been


    interrogated in my entire life– although I have read so many books in which a scene or more of an


    interrogation session were described and very detailed in it.


    And what I had with Luca some minutes ago, right there in his office, was feeling so much like an


    interrogation, the more I think about it and dwell on it even more.


    I mean, I was stuttering every two seconds and for the life of me couldn’t bring myself to control the


    amount of stutters I was making in a sentence.


    I also didn’t manage to hold his gaze for more than two to three seconds before giving in to the urge in


    the depths of my stomach to avert my gaze. There was just something about his gaze, I used to think


    It was his eyes, because I haven’t ever seen eyes like that of his in my entire life, but at this point, I


    think it wasn’t just about the color of his eyes.


    I think it’s because of the owner of the eyes, along with the body in which the eyes were attached to,


    and how intense his stares always are.


    The particr moment where he had ordered me to look him right in the eye, I had almost fainted due


    to how intense it had felt, and I was a hundred percent sure I wouldn’t have been able to hold his gaze


    the amount of time I spent holding it– when he had ordered me to, without that ordering out in the


    first ce.


    There was just something about him, apart from the fact that he was a very powerful and popr mafia


    lord, there was something around him, like a long cape of something, that floats around him like pixie


    dust follows fairies around. It was an aura that I hadn’t ever been able to feel around any other men I


    had been close contact with, except Luca.


    That particr aura around him screams and oozes so much power, it was choking and weighing down


    my whole being when I was right there in the office with him. I could remember when I had been too


    scared to say my initial reason for going in there in the first ce and how I had started stuttering like a


    damn child, and how my brain had quickly decided to help myughable situation out by starting the


    conversation by thanking him about yesterday when he had taken care of me, despite how sick he was


    as well.


    At first, after stuttering out a thank you to him and was already making my way out of the office since I


    couldn’t for the life of me, bring myself to start talking about my actual reasons foring into his office


    in the first ce. Unexpectedly, he had ordered me to stop just when I was about to pull the office door


    back open and let myself out.


    I had been shocked at first and for some reason, couldn’t bring myself to go against his order, and so I


    had turned back around to stare at him while my heart thumped hard against my chest and ribs. He


    had then ordered for me toe forward which I had unconsciously done without thinking and only


    about a second long hesitation which lingered in my mind for a fleeting moment before disappearing.


    He had then asked me to state my actual reason foring into the office in the first ce, since he


    was sure I hade in there for a different reason. I was shocked at first, because I had no idea about


    how he was able to figure out that I hade into the office for an entirely different reason.


    I had then decided to start speaking about my actual reason foring in there, and I had begun by


    shuttering a lot and barely making any kind of sense, even to my own ears. I was really grateful he had


    ached me to stop at a point and take in a deep breath because my lungs were empty at that moment


    and I might have ended up fainting or doing something stupid, assuming I had been given a few more


    seconds in that kind of state.


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    After taking in puffs of much needed breaths, my brain had already thankfully received a bunch of


    boosts, because after a couple of trials, I was able to actually say about ten words without stuttering


    after every two words, and I knew then that I was already thankfully making some kind of sense, even


    to my own ears.


    I had then proceed to tell him all what was in my mind, and surprisingly, he had agreed, which was still


    so much of a shock — because, although I had been hoping he’d agree to it in my mind, a part of me


    who still remembers all the things which I had heard about Luca before I got married, had been


    whispering in the back of my mind that it sounded way too good to be true for him to agree to the idea


    of me starting to paint in his house.