He's at my house...

Did Greg and Lilian forget something? They had been gone for up to ten minutes ago. I looked around but they did not leave anything behind.

I went towards the door with a frown on my face. I finally unlocked the door and was shocked to see him.

"What are you doing here?" I asked I'm surprise.

My boss was at my house again.

"Do not slam the door on my face. This time, it might actually get you fired." He warned, his time cold and aloof.

He did not even need to tell me that because I was definitely not going to make that mistake again.

He had changed his clothes and was now wearing a black jeans trouser and black polo shirt. He looked like he always looked, dangerously handsome.

I opened the door wider fir him to get inside.

I was not sure why he was here and to be honest, I felt genuinely uneasy that he was here. Considering the circumstances in which our last conversation ended just two hours ago, I did not think we were supposed to be interacting at all.

I was about to ask him what he was doing here but then Tony walked inside with two boxes.

I recognized the boxes as the ones I had packed the clothes inside.

I left the boxes there because he had gotten me upset. I never really expected him to bring then back.

"Thank you fir bringing the boxes." I said to him.

He did not answer me, he just took a seat on the sofa.

I rolled my eyes the grabbed the boxes from Tony. "thank you." I said before ushering him outside.

This was the first time Luciano was inside my house. I was not sure if I was to be nervous or indifferent. I had been to his house many times now.

I mean it was usual for employees to go to their boss's house for one reason or the other but I was not quite sure if it was usual for the boss's to come see their employees.

He had a solid reason for coming thigh. He came to drop the boxes. What I did not know was why he came here himself and did not send one if his staff. He could have done that if he wanted but here he was.

"You wanted me to visit you do you dropped the boxes intentionally." He accused.

I frowned. "I was upset so I left. I have a right to be angry if I want to. By the way, you could have just sent a staff here, there was no need to bring it yourself." I told him.

"I brought it because I wanted to. You left with a lot of misconceptions." He said to me.

I folded my arms. "i left with misconceptions that you put in my head willingly. I doubt that I could call them misconceptions."

"If you always approached everything with so much attitude, I doubt that you would every solve the problem." He advised.

"You are the one who always had an attitude, not me." I told him.

"I am not aware if that fact. I do not have an attitude, I am merely a serious person." He explained.

I rolled my eyes. "well, then I also have every right to be a serious person."

He did not reply immediately. He just looked around. "you have a nice house." He complimented.

My house was nothing to his penthouse or the huge secret mansion he had but it was big and expensive too. I bought this house for twenty million dollars.

"Thank you." I said to him.

He just nodded the brought out his phone and began making a call.

I just stood there in awkward silence because that was all I could do.

When he was fine with his call, I asked, "do you want anything?"

He raised his brows. "do you want to offer anything?"

I could not help but roll my eyes. Why did he always have to answer a question with another question? All he had to do was give a reply then move on.

"Don't you have a girlfriend to get back to?" I snapped.

"I do not have a girlfriend."

"Yeah, right. You just have a girl who you have platonic s*x with." I said.

"My s*x life had nothing to do with you." He warned.

I rolled my eyes. "if a girl calls a guy her boyfriend, you must have definitely given her reason to." I told him.

He frowned. "anyone can give themselves a title. It does not make a situation defined. If I want to call a girl my girlfriend, I will do so without a second thought. Emphasis on if."

I did not want to but yo some extent, k could understand what he was trying to say. If he wanted he could. He dies not want to call any girl his girlfriend now.

Brianna could have lied. Maybe they just slept together once in a while but she wanted more.

With this guy, every single girl would want more. What they did not know was that he only gave what he wanted to give. He was an intentional man. S very dangerous one at that.

"I want to make some food. Do you want to stay over and eat?" I asked him as I made my way to the kitchen.

He did not reply immediately and that gave me enough time to regret my decision immediately. Why did I even ask him that? I was busy putting my sanity at risk here.

For one, he could say no to me then I would have to deal with the embarrassment.

Secondly, if he said yes, how would I be able to deal with him? He would be in my house, my personal space, around me. How would I deal with that proximity?

This man was incredibly dangerous to be around. I knew it and so did he.

He stood up and made his way to the kitchen. "of course." He answered.

I was doomed.