Chapter 290


    Luca’s POV


    “Uh, no. No, I don’t” She finally responded in a small voice, after a few more seconds had passed. She


    knew what exactly it was that I wanted, knew that I needed her to respond to me vocally, but had


    purposely refused to not do that – until I had called out her name the way I did, some moments ago.


    Someone’s definitely getting a settling spanking tonight, I thought silently to myself as I hummed a little,


    giving her a pointed look for a few seconds, right before I turned around and started to head towards


    the entrance of the sitting room, and not before I slipped a nce at Armani who was staring down at


    his thighs, obviously trying to make himself as small as possible, to make him be as invisible as


    ever– as soon as he had realized the whole thing that had been happening between the both of us.


    I made my way out of the sitting room, making my way through the hallway and around the part that led


    into the kitchen. I headed straight into the walk-in freezer, fishing out a bottle of drink after a few


    moments. I remained inside the freezer, feeling the cold of the freezing walls seeping into my clothes


    as I popped the drink open and allowed the cold liquid to spill down my throat really slowly.


    After a couple of minutes had passed, I finally started to make my way out of the walk in freezer. I


    paused after walking past the counter and leaned against it as I slowly sipped my drink. I ended up


    sliding into one of the seats right there and then I fished out my phone and started to make my way


    around it, tapping against the screen and going into my messages instantly. There was already a long


    stream of messages waiting for me in my inbox but I ignored most of them and only checked out the


    ones that I knew were important. I checked out James’ own at first, because James was important and


    needed to be checked out first. His messages were a whole different thing from being all important,


    they were all goofy, goofy and goofy and i found myself grinning a little by the time I was done reading


    all his text messages. I started to type in a response after a fleeting moment, huffing out a little breath


    as soon as I realized that he was currently online and had instantly started to respond to my recently


    sent response.


    Apparently, he was currently at a club, and now that I was thinking about it once again, I’ve got to admit


    that I didn’t miss the whole clubbing lifestyle the way I used to think I was going to do, when I had still


    been contemting getting married. Now, as it seems, I didn’t think I could ever visit the club on my


    own, with Sofia here at home, knowing that I was automatically cheating on her by dancing with any


    chick I’d meet at the club, and I know that it was going to break her whole heart if I made to get


    sexually interactive with someone else. I shook my head a little, at this point, it didn’t feel like I wasn’t


    seeing other women just because of Sofia, I was also doing that because of myself.


    I know that I was going to be flooded with a whole lot of guilt and I was going to end up beating myself


    up a whole lot, if I attempted to see other women that weren''t Sofia. At this very point, I didn’t think I’d


    even find partying overnight fun. I’d pick snuggling with my wife over doing that – well, that was except


    if Sofia was going to be apanying me to the supposed club, then perhaps I’d be able to have a


    whole lot of fun with her beautiful and sexy self hanging off me.


    I was going to have to look through my schedules. One of these days, I was going to make sure to


    organize a night for me to take Sofia clubbing. I was going to make it so much worth it for her and it’s


    going to be a really fun, hot and interesting night for her. I breathed out a small breath and chuckled a


    little at all what James had sent to me, and after a few more seconds, he sent in a video – and by


    merely looking at the thumbnail, you’d be acme to tell that it was taken in a club, telling by the darkened


    and colorful lights surrounding the whole atmosphere.


    I clicked on the video after cing my phone on the spot beside my drink and I asked to lift the drink up


    to my lips to drink on a mouthful almost immediately. It didn’t take all that long for me to swallow down


    a few more mouthfuls.


    Once I was done, I ced the bottle of drink back down and picked up my phone in the next moment,


    moving it before me to enable the face identification scanner which worked in a fleeting seconds.


    I finally yed the video and what I saw made me start to roll my eyes at first. It was a video or


    someone giving him ap dance. The video was very bright and clear and James was singing loudly


    along to the music that was ying in the background of the club. The person currently giving James a


    the one who didn’t attend the club in that particr moment and had to settle for recorded clips of my


    best friend having fun instead. But now… I didn’t feel any of that. I reyed the video over and over


    again but felt nothing, all I was feeling was perhaps, hoping I’d get to a point whereby Sofia would ride


    my dick and orgasm a whole lot of times before finally making me orgasm really hard inside of her.


    I finally stopped ying the video andmented something about him having fun, and then I started


    to make my way out of his inbox. I lifted my head up when the smell of food started to get even more


    stronger the next moment and after some time, my stomach started to rumble in hunger.


    I went back to doing something on my phone, ignoring my bunch of emails and making my way into my


    Instagram. I didn’t think I had ever gone inside of here ever since the moment I posted that picture of


    Sofia, some days ago. There were a whole bunch I’d message requests which I didn’t bother to go


    through, because there were a whole lot and I didn’t think I would be able to go through them at this


    very moment. Going to my posts, I clicked on my most recent post which was the one of Sofia, and my


    mouth might have fallen open a little in surprise as I noticed the amount of engagements I had


    managed to gather by that particr post.


    I don’t think I’ve ever gotten that kind of engagement on any of my posts here on Instagram before. The


    whole thing was a whole lot and I couldn’t believe the amount of numbers I was currently seeing.


    The post managed to get over fifteen thousandments, and over ten million likes, which is really


    crazy. At this point, I was sure that If Sofia had an Instagram ount and I had tagged it right before I


    posted that picture of her, it might have been able to generate over two million new followers from the


    whole engagements or this post.


    I puffed out a slow breath and went through the collect section a little, the amount of verified ounts I


    was seeing in thement section was making me a little bit dizzy. I didn’t respond to any of the


    eyes a little as I moved out of the post and checked my ount, realizing that I had managed to gain


    over four million new followers.


    All because of that simple picture.


    And didn’t that just make me feel a sharp tug of protectiveness towards her in the next moment.


    I mean, going through a little bit of thement section alone made me realize that almost everyone


    was simping over her. It wasn’t just men, it included a whole lot of women as well and that didn’t make


    me feel better one bit.


    Feeling like I needed to put it out there that she was mine and no one else’s, I went into my gallery and


    started to look through those pictures which I took of her on the hotel roof, some days ago when we


    had dinner with our friends.


    I decided to post just two of those pictures, picking one of the pictures of her where she posed alone


    looking all pretty and stunning and sexy in a really daring ck dress, and then the second one was


    one of the few pictures which I had taken or the two of us, with a beautiful smile ying across Sofia’s


    face.


    I posted the pictures after a couple of moments, without bothering to search for any sort of captions. It


    didn’t matter that I had decided not to post those pictures because I didn’t want people to assume that


    we were both living a happy life and all tha shitt… Now, I only wanted everyone to see her even more,


    while knowing that they can only be able to see but can never be able to touch, because she belonged


    to me and no one else.


    I puffed out a deep breath and ced my phone on the counter, and then I picked up my bottle of drink


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    and downed the rest of the content of the drink after a couple of moments.


    “Dinner’s ready, Mr Ri.” Matilda started to speak, making me snap my head up until I was staring at


    her and I nodded my head at her a little, right before I slowly ced the now empty bottle on the


    counter once again.


    “Oh, thank you, Matilda.” I said to her after a fleeting moment, and I slowly pushed myself to my feet.


    “The table has been set already, I’m about to go call Sofia and Mr Ri.” She continued after a couple


    of seconds and I shook my head a little as I nced down at the counter and picked up my phone.


    I waved my hand at her dismissively as I started to speak. “Oh, no. Don’t worry about that, I’ll see to it


    myself.” I said to her and nodded my head at her response once again, as I turned around and stared


    to make my way out of the kitchen. I walked down the hallway really fast and was at the doorway


    leading into the sitting after a few minutes.


    There was a little background noiseing from nothing but the television which was currently turned


    on and I watched as my brother and my wife conversed with each other.


    It felt weird to refer to Sofia as my wife inside of my head, she had always felt like ‘Sofia’ or ‘bunny’ to


    me, and never liked my wife or anything. Not like I was refusing to acknowledge the fact that she was


    my wife, it wasn’t that at all. It was that it always felt weird in a way for me to refer to her as my wife,


    because it was unusual for me to do that.


    They were both still talking with each other and it looked like they’ve known each other for a while and


    not like they’ve just only got to see each other for the first time today. I noticed Sofia giggling at


    something Armani had said and it pleased me to realize that she was looking all rxed and


    I began to make my way into the sitting room and both people’s eyes turned around to stare at me at


    once.


    “Dinner’s ready.” I announced.