Chapter 3: The Proposal

Laura Conti's POV

When I got home from the pub, my heart was fluttering and wouldn't stop until I took a shower. The hot water calmed my nerves a little bit. I shampooed and washed my body thoroughly. My mind kept on wandering to the kiss that we share for the first time tonight. I touched my lips whenever the scene came to my mind. I was shocked to see those old feelings were still there. I shocked my head before cooling my head down.

I took the towel to dry myself. I wiped the mirror that was clouded with hot steam. I looked into myself and my lips were pouting as if it wanted to be kissed by those lips. His lips to be exact. I took a deep breath before exhaling through my mouth. I opened my eyes to see an image of Lucca behind me, nuzzling my neck. I can smell his masculine cologne through my nose as I tilted my head for him. He turned to look at my reflection in the mirror. His slate orbs clashed with my violet ones. His face was intense and firm.

"Marry me, Laura," he said before turning me slowly to kiss me squarely on the lips. Those delectable lips were doing erotic things to my body as I felt something stir in my feminine core. I can sense there are butterflies in my stomach as I kissed him and heard his velvety voice ringing in my ears like a lullaby. I was too focused on what he was doing to my mouth until I haven't realized that I was naked and he was staring at me. I was self-aware but he let me forget when he moved down toward the south and...

I woke up with a startled to see that I was in my bed, wearing my favorite lingerie and was sweating profusely. I was breathing heavily as my mind keep playing those damn lips in my mind. I was soaked down south as I looked on my panties. My panties were soaked. I looked at the clock beside me on the nightstand. It was 4 AM. I stood up from the bed. I went to the bathroom to change my panties and went to the kitchen to get some water. I wore a robe as it was freezing outside my bedroom. I walked down the stair to the kitchen to get a glass of water to drink.

I was thinking about Lucca's proposal when I was holding my glass, tapping on them. I think maybe he will listen to my proposal if I agree to marry him. A plan formulated in my mind as I went to put my glass on the counter and ran to my bedroom to get my phone. I searched Lucca's company email that directly to him. I copied that email and typed in that I will agree to marry him with conditions. I sent this email and went to lay on the bed. After a few minutes later, Lucca replied to my email stating that I need to see him in the office tomorrow at 10 AM. I set the alarm to wake up at 8 AM. That will give me plenty of time to get ready.

"Laura, wait for me. Come back" Lucca called for me when I hid inside the bushes. I giggled when he can't find me.

"Laura, please, come out. I quit already," he said while he went away from the bushes. I giggled even more.

Suddenly, two hands were pulling me out of the bushes from behind. I screamed even though I knew very well who is it. I giggled, even more, when Lucca was on top of me.

"Gotcha! You think I will not find you, well, think again, Laura," he said while tickling me. I was chuckling happily when Lucca's mother came up to me and scolded me for not behaving ladylike.

"Laura, do not play on the ground. Look at that dress! I bought that for you from Portugal." she said grunted as I was rolling on the grass.

"And you, young man. I expected you to behave like a gentleman. Not a kid. You are the heir to Giovanni's Empire. Don't embarrass me, Lucca" his mother turned to him and grabbed him to stand properly with the little suit that he wears. I wear the same color as his suit which is navy blue.

"Sorry, ma'am," we both said before getting away from her sight. We were running down toward the kitchen door when my mum appeared from the kitchen. She laughed at our behavior.

"Oh, don't mind them, Sofia. They just kids. Come on, let's eat. Pasta's ready," my mum said before calling us all to dinner. It was a tradition that my family and Lucca's to have every two weeks. This was because my father and Uncle Lorenzo were business partners and best friends since childhood. It was their dream to tie the family together one day.

The annoying noise from the alarm keeps me up from the nice dream that I am having. I hit the snooze button before continuing to sleep. But, I felt weird before opened my eyes and checked my phone. Fuck! It's 9:30 AM. I overslept. I went toward the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face. I don't have enough time to get a shower. I then went into my closet to find suitable clothes to wear but settled for black jeans, a mustard shirt, and a denim jacket. I changed before I went inside my bathroom to do my makeup.

I put on some light foundation to cover my redness on my face before putting some eyeliner and mascara. I also put some blush on. My hair was crazy as I put some oil to it and combed it. I put it up into a messy bun. I checked for the last time before I went downstairs. The butler was preparing for breakfast when I just grabbed two toasts and ran outside the mansion. I tried to get a cab but ended up catching a bus instead. I was breathing heavily when I boarded the bus and ate my two toasts. After I came into the view of Lucca's building, I hit the 'STOP' signal to get off the bus.

The view was breathtaking. The city of Milan was always fascinating to me. The people, the transport and the city itself was breathtaking. I stood in front of Giovanni's Empire. Its glass building was fascinating and I was sure Lucca's office was at the top of the 55 story building. I took a deep breath before going in through the main door. The interior was even gorgeous with the medieval chandelier that was hanging from the lobby's ceiling. I was gawking around the lobby as I saw people walking in and out of the lobby with their gorgeous business suits and attires. I felt I was underdressed for the occasion. I went toward the receptionist to inform her that I have a meeting with their president.

"Hello, welcome to Giovanni's. What can I help you today, miss?" the receptionist asked me cheerfully.

"Umm, I have an appointment at 10 AM today with Mr. Giovanni," I said nervously.

"It seems to me that he was booked for a meeting right now. Are you sure you book an appointment with him?" she asked before eyeing me down like I was coming from the sewage.

"Yes, I am. My name was Laura. You see, I email him about the meeting so I might as well just go inside the building, you know. Okay, bye. Have a nice day..." I said I was inching away from the desk to bolt for the elevator.

"Wait, you can't go in there. Security!" the receptionist shouted before the guards that were standing there came running toward me. I was bolting toward the elevator when it suddenly closed. Fuck! I was looking for another alternative. Stairs! I bolted toward it as the guards were following me from behind. I stepped two at a time. I was on 15 floors when I decided to go into the door to get them off track from me. I was looking behind the door to see that they were going up the stairs. I was relieved when I felt someone tap on my shoulder. I looked around and it was another guard. He was not smiling at me.

I was being dragged from the 15 floors and went down the lobby by elevator. I was frustrated. I tried to reason with them that I did had an appointment with Mr. Giovanni, but they won't just listen. I was walking slowly when suddenly I heard the familiar velvety voice.

"There you are! I was worried you just joking about meeting me today," he said as I took a whiff of his signature cologne, Giorgio Armani Acqua di Gio Pour Homme. I move my head to see Lucca was standing in front of me, smirking at me. I glared darkly at him.

"Don't worry boys. She's with me. Thank you for your service," he said before putting his hand onto my lower back. An intense electric run through my veins. We walked toward the elevator as he pressed his private elevator.

"I see you were flushed. Tired of workout?" he asked, glancing at me. I glared at him before rolling my eyes. The elevator's ding and we stepped inside. He, still putting his hand on my back, dragged me inside. We faced the lobby with his hand still on my lower back. Fucking bastard! I removed his hand when the elevator closed and went up to his office.