Chapter 407
Chapter 407
Luca’s pov
Reminding myself to have a word with Sofia’s guards tomorrow morning, I kept staring at the shorts
Sofia correctly has on. She’s currently putting a few things together at the kitchen counter while I sat by
the other side of the counter, tapping away on my phone a little, because every now and then, my eyes
kept straying towards Sofia.
Luca’s pov
Reminding myself to have a word with Sofia’s guards tomorrow morning, I kept staring at the shorts
Sofia correctly has on. She’s currently putting a few things together at the kitchen counter while I sat by
the other side of the counter, tapping away on my phone a little, because every now and then, my eyes
kept straying towards Sofia.
It just couldn’t ne helped. It cannot even be questioned, because of how good she always looks.
It’s almost like she looked impossibly good right now. The new hairstyle has completely transformed
her face, promoting her from ridiculously gorgeous to outrageously, out-of-this-world gorgeous.
Which is why, it’s almost impossible for me to not keep staring at her. And as I did, my eyes kept
straying to the shorts she had on. It was a really tiny one in the soft color blue which she liked so much.
The top she had on was a crop one as well, which made it more harder for me to not keep sneaking
gleaned at her.
Sometime later, I gave up trying to get anything done on my phone, choosing to just sit back and watch
Sofia.
The undersides of her asscheeks were peaking out of her shorts, and that drove me crazy. I want to
sink my teeth into the soft skin of that part of her body before soothing it with my tongue. I also want to
spank her in that particular spot until it turned a beautiful shade of pink, which would match with the
flush of her cheeks in a really endearing way.
I cocked my head to the side as I began to speak.
“Do you walk around the house in shorts this tiny?” I asked, watching as Sofia freeze up for a few
moments before throwing me a glance, and then she stared down at her shorts for a second.
“I do! It’s really pretty, isn’t it?” She asked without glancing st me, prompting a scowl to spread out on
my face at the thought of her walking around the house in nothing but this, where her guards can leer
at her, looking at what’s mine without my permission.
I didn’t like that feeling one bit.
After I arrived home hours ago and had spend sometimes with Sofia in the bedroom, Sofia suggested
we go eat dinner since it’s already late. After eating said dinner, she wanted to prepare a little
something for herself and I offered to stay with her immediately, wanting to spend every second I can
with her.
“Indeed, it is.” I murmured, eyes still glued to her shorts. I pushed out of my seat and pressed up
against her, hands sliding around her waist as I pillowed my chin on her head. Sofia giggled, head
tilting backwards to press a tiny kiss against my jaw before continuing what she was preparing, which
looked like some sort of milkshake because she was adding all that she was slicing into a blender.
“Why don’t you ask Matilda to do this instead?” I asked, not liking the thought of her stressing herself
unnecessarily in any way. Sofia shook her head adamantly, insisting that this was sort of relaxing to
her, and I hummed in response, hands gripping her hips firmly and moulding her body against mine.
“I don’t like you wearing things this tiny around the house when I’m out.” I murmured after some
moments, because I just couldn’t help it.
Sofia stiffened for a moment, and then she turned around in my arms to stare up at me.
“But it’s cute! It’s very pretty.”
I let out a small sigh and lifted her up, placing her on an empty pot on the counter, and then I continued
to speak as I positioned myself between her thighs.
“I never said it wasn’t, bunny. I just do not like the thought of you walking around in something like this.
I don’t like the thought of other men getting to see you like this.” I explained, hands gripping her thighs
and tugging her to the edge of the counter.
A small, adorable pout was on her lips but she still grabbed unto my biceps, eagerly accepting the
feeling of my lips against hers in the next moment.
“But, I can wear this for only you?” She asked when I released her lips, sounding extremely breathless
while blinking her eyes up at me. I grinned down at her and delivered a light spank over her ass that
made her jolt a little.
“Of course, bunny. Only I get to see you in things this ridiculously flimsy, it turns my brain into a gooey
mush.” I confessed, stealing another breathless kiss from her before she could respond.
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“So, bunny.” I murmured, brushing her hair out of her face and thumping a drop of paint that had landed
on her cheek at this very moment.
It’s been a week since things have been good once again between Sofia and I, and as the day slowly
went by, things continued to get even between the both of us.
“My company is hosting a gathering. It’s one of the handfuls of gatherings that happens annually, and
I’d be needing a plus one, so you’d be coming with me. How’s that?”
Sofia glanced at me with a little shock on her face, and then she pointed out to me that she has never
been to my company before, nor anything that concerns it, which made me berate myself so much,
because there had been a lot of instances whereby I could have invited her to come pay me a visit at
the office.
Promising myself I’d be doing just that from now henceforth, I recounted what this particular gathering
entails to Sofia, and of course, she was eager to come with me by the end of it.
It was in a few days time, and when the day finally arrived, which was on a Friday, at nighttime, it didn’t
take long for Sofia and I to get ready.
Sofia was dressed in a beautiful gold dress, and I matched with her by adding a few gold details to my
outfit. Her dress was dazzling and completely breathtaking as usual, and I couldn’t take my eyes off her
for more than two seconds.
Everything was going really well, but as we made our way into the large hall where the gathering was
being hosted in, I couldn’t stop the shock that went through my entire body on noticing a particular
person in the crowd.
It was Lola.