Page 163 of Flawed

But I wasn't the only one affected. Luca's erection pushed against my stomach, creating a deep ache in my core that made the world disappear.

Then he broke our kiss, pulling me back into reality.

Both of us were out of breath, yet he maintained his composure better. The flames in his stare burned hotter. He arrogantly stated, "I'll pick you up at seven. Zara's staying at your parents'." He didn't remove his arm from my waist, as if he knew I would fall if he did.

It was a good thing. I was still trying to regain my balance. I swallowed hard, asking, "Zara knows about this?"

"Yes."

My maternal instincts kicked in, and I fretted, "I think we shouldn't put ideas into her head."

His face fell. He questioned, "About us?"

My voice cracked when I said, "Yes."

He grazed his thumb over my lips and replied, "Don't worry, stellina. I've managed this situation."

"How?" I inquired, finding my footing and standing taller.

"I told her we have a lot we need to discuss, and I don't feel comfortable with her staying on her own right now. I'll see you at seven."

"Oh," was all I could muster.

He leaned into my ear, adding, "But make no mistakes. You're going to be mine for real this time. Forever."

I swallowed hard and opened my mouth, but nothing came out.

He stepped back with a determinedly clenched jaw. He winked, spun, and sauntered out the door.

What the hell?

Oh my God.

I stood in a semi-panic until Zara cleared her throat. When I turned, I winced.

She batted her eyelashes and practically sang, "What are you wearing for your date?"

"It's not a date," I blurted out, still cautious about giving her an impression of how the future will be without being certain.

She smirked, stating, "Sure it isn't. You should wear the copper dress Pina got you."

"That's fancy," I claimed. Pina gave it to me for my birthday right before she got kidnapped. Since I stopped frequenting the club, I hadn't found an occasion to wear it. It seemed a little too sexy with its short skirt, low neckline, and no back, to wear anywhere else.

Zara bit her lip and arched her eyebrows.

"You know where I'm going?" I asked.

She pretended to zip her lips and throw away the key.

"Tell me," I demanded.

"Sorry," she chirped and refused to tell me anything.

But since she returned from her day with Luca, she's gone back to being my sweet girl. She even hugged me several times. It's as if she no longer held me accountable for keeping her father from her.

Earlier today, when my mother arrived to pick up Zara, I avoided her, excusing myself and jumping into the shower. It was too soon, and I didn't want to answer the questions written all over her face.

For the last few hours, I've been pacing my family room in my stilettos. When six forty-five rolls around, my intercom buzzes.

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