Page 8 of Mafia Boss's Baby Surprise

I want to explore the feelings brewing inside me. I want to know what it feels like to give in to your desires. Who knows if and when I’m ever going to get a chance to do it again? Maybe Luca is the universe’s gift to me, and I don’t want to waste it.

The setup is just perfect. Luca doesn’t know who I am, and we’ll never see each other again. I’ll probably never come to this city or this club ever again. There’s no risk or fear of my family finding out, or at least it’s minimal.

But there’s still one thing that makes me hesitate. I’ve never had sex with anyone, and I don’t want to tell Luca about it either.

Guys like him want experienced girls, not someone like me who’s never seen a naked guy in real life. I absolutely can’t tell him. It would be too embarrassing.

“Okay.” I give him a nod because I don’t want him to leave and move on to someone else either.

I really like him, and I want to feel like a normal human being and live a little for once, no matter what happens next.

I glance in Julia’s direction. She’s dancing with her friends. As if she can feel me watching her, she meets my gaze and gives me a thumbs-up and a wide smile.

I guess I don’t even have to ask her anything. It’s clear what she would do in my situation: go with Luca and have the best time of her life.

Luca takes my hand, and I let him lead me through the dancing crowd. Instead of going for the exit, we head to the back of the club.

A stairway leads up, and there’s a guard in front of it. Luca just waves at him, and the guard lets us through. I was right about Luca. He’s a player and probably operates in this club every night or whenever he wants, so everyone knows him here. He must’ve approached me because I’m new.

We reach a long hallway with plenty of red doors. There’s a number on each door, as if it’s a hotel or something. Luca takes me to the door at the end of the hallway with the number seven on it.

He pulls out a key from the pocket of his jeans. A private room just for him? Yeah, this guy has a reputation, but I don’t care. At least we’re still in the club, and I don’t have to worry something will happen to me.

Luca pushes the door wide open for me. I enter the spacious room. It’s nice and clean. The bed is huge, with black silk covers.

But now that I’m here, my stomach squeezes into an anxious ball and my whole body goes rigid. What am I doing? What if I’m making a mistake?

“If you changed your mind, we can go back to the dance floor.” Luca’s dark eyes study me carefully.

I don’t know him or anything about him, but somehow I can feel that he won’t hurt me. His offer to go back is tempting, despite the fire raging inside me, because there’s a part of me that isn’t brave at all and that worries about everything.

But I can’t let it win. I came here to enjoy myself and live my life, and that’s what I’m going to do. And hopefully, I won’t have to repeat those thoughts in my head a billion times until they become true.

“No, I don’t want to go back. It’s just...” I look around the room, taking a deep breath.

“Do you want something to drink?”

“Um, yeah.” Now that I think about it, my throat is dry.

“Take a seat.” Luca strides to a cabinet and opens it, revealing a minibar. “What would you like?”

I take off my jacket and sit down on the edge of the bed. “Do you have a soda or something?”

“Sure.” He grabs a can of soda and pours some into a glass that’s on the counter.

“Thanks,” I say as he offers me the glass with a small smile on his face.

It’s impossible not to smile back. It’s a shame I’m not just a regular girl who could date and fall in love. Would I always feel jitters of excitement in my stomach whenever Luca looked at me with his intense eyes if he were my boyfriend?

I take a sip of my soda. I’m being delusional again and dreaming about things that can never happen. Luca seems nice, but he’s probably not boyfriend material anyway. Not that it matters to me.

Why the hell can’t I just relax and stop getting stuck in the same train of thought? Maybe it’s because my family always keeps me on edge. I always have to worry about what I’ll say, what I’ll do, how I’ll do it...

It’s exhausting. I just want to be me, even if I’m not sure what exactly that means.

“You’re tense,” Luca says as he takes a seat on the bed next to me, leaving just enough space between us, so he doesn’t touch me.

“No, I’m just... It’s been a long day.”

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