Chapter 17 SEXY PLAN
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ADELINE
My eyes widened and stung with the tears slowly brimming in my eyes. I stared at the news running through the channel.
The news of ……… Luciano getting married to …… Elena Gomez, the stunning model and a big personality.
My heart clenched as I stumbled backwards feeling my knees giving up as suddenly …… aurora held me.
“ Adeline. Hold yourself together “
How? How could I be fine when the man I ever loved was getting married to someone else ? I shook my head as a tear dropped out of my eye making me fall slowly onto the floor as aurora sat next to me.
“ Adeline-“
“ did he had to do this? “
I knew he was not in love with that model. No way he was. He was all doing this because of us. He didn’t want to accept what we had and his priority was family and power.
“ babe. Calm down. We will talk it out- “
“ talk it out? “
I scoffed looking at aurora in disbelief.
“ how? And what is there to talk about? From the start he had rejected me. He didn’t want to make me his anything. I can’t even go and confront him “
“ do it “
My body froze hearing aurora’s words.
“ What- “
Aurora turned my body to make me face her. A gasp escaped my lips as she looked at me intensely.
“ confront him why he did all those things with you when he could never accept you. Hold his collar and ask him why he owned your body but wouldn’t accept your feelings “
I stared at her as tears fell from my eyes like a rainfall.
“ what if he loves Elena? “
“ then we need to confirm it “
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I pushed the door open without hesitation, the slight creak of the hinges breaking the heavy silence of the hallway.
I did not care who saw me because I was in no mood of taking any shit. I needed answers and I would definitely get them.
I stepped inside, the warm air of the room wrapping around me like a whisper sending chills down my spine. Without turning back, I shut the door with a deliberate click, sealing myself in his trap.
My chest rose and fell in measured breaths, though my heartbeat betrayed my calm demeanor, pounding against my ribcage as if it wanted to escape.
I gulped the lump formed in my throat as My eyes scanned to find him but nothing came in view.
The room was a reflection of its owner—carefully chaotic yet undeniably alluring. The scent of him was everywhere, an intoxicating blend of sandalwood, citrus, and something darker, warmer, uniquely Luciano.
It teased my senses, curling into my lungs, and my body responded with a warmth that I tried to suppress.
My fingers twitched at my sides as though they longed to reach out, to touch the air that felt so alive with his presence.
He was my person ……… the only person I want.
I took a cautious step forward, my gaze sweeping across the space. I was indeed nervous as I had never barged into his room like that.
No one dared to invade his privacy and I did but I regretted now. I never had that courage but look, what love made me do.
The curtains of the room were half-drawn, allowing golden light to spill in and cast lazy shadows across the walls.
A leather jacket hung over the back of a chair, a small pile of discarded clothes sat on the floor near the foot of the bed, and the bed itself was unmade, the dark sheets twisted as if abandoned in haste.
My eyes lingered there, my mind involuntarily wandering to thoughts I quickly dismissed with a sharp intake of breath.
“Luciano?”
I called out, my voice soft, almost uncertain.
It felt odd, speaking his name in this space. His aura was enough to make me tremble but his room was no better. Even though he was not present, it still reminded me to stay put.
I moved deeper into the room, the thick carpet muffling my footsteps. My movements were slow, deliberate, as if each step brought me closer to something I couldn’t quite name.
I glanced toward the adjoining bathroom, where faint traces of steam still clung to the doorframe.
The silence stretched, pressing against my ears like a tangible weight. He was in shower. I wasn’t sure what I expected—perhaps for him to step out, for his deep voice to cut through the quiet.
But the stillness was unnerving. My gaze darted toward the far corner of the room, where a faint shadow shifted.
My breath caught. I wasn’t alone.
Before I could react, a wave of heat swept over me, an almost primal awareness of someone standing close.
Too close. My heart leapt into my throat as I spun around, the air catching in my lungs as I faced him.
Luciano stood there, mere feet away, his presence almost overwhelming in its intensity. He was bare-chested, droplets of water gliding down the smooth, golden planes of his torso.
A towel hung loosely around his hips, the stark white fabric accentuating the lean, taut lines of his body. His dark hair was damp, strands clinging to his forehead, and water dripped from the ends onto his broad shoulders.
His skin glistened in the soft light, and the sharp contours of his chest and abdomen were enough to make my mouth go dry.
My first instinct was to look away, but my gaze betrayed me, lingering for a moment too long on the rivulets of water trailing down his body. My cheeks burnt and I swallowed hard, heat rushing to my cheeks.
When I finally forced myself to look up, his eyes were already on me—dark, intense, and unwavering, like a flame that refused to be tamed.
“Adeline,”
he said, his voice a low rumble, the way my name rolled off his tongue making my stomach twist into knots.
My lips parted as if to respond, but no words came out. My earlier confidence had evaporated entirely, replaced by a sudden, disorienting shyness that made me feel exposed.
I closed my eyes tightly and fidgeted with my fingers making me clench my thighs too. I was mad to think of dirty but I could not help when he was just in his towel looking so hot.
“What are you doing here?”
he asked, his tone unreadable, though his eyes burned with a question far deeper than the one he’d spoken.
“I—I…”
I stammered, cursing myself silently. My chest felt tight, and every nerve in my body was acutely aware of him—his proximity, his scent, the heat radiating from his skin.
I took an involuntary step back, but the bed caught my legs, halting my retreat.
He didn’t move closer, but he didn’t step away either. Instead, he tilted his head slightly, his gaze softening, though the intensity remained. The silence between us crackled, a current of something unspoken passing through the space.
“You came looking for me,”
he said finally, his voice quieter now, almost gentle, though it still held that edge that made my toes curl.
I swallowed again, willing my voice to work.
“I needed to talk to you,”
I managed, though the words sounded thin, weak, compared to the pounding of my heart.
His lips quirked into the faintest of smiles, one that didn’t quite reach his eyes.
“And now that you’ve found me?”
he asked, his tone laced with challenge.
My fingers curled into the fabric of my sweater, gripping tightly as I fought to steady myself.
“Now…”
I began, my voice trembling but determined.
“ I want you to fuck me ”