🌹Iris' Pov

In a warm embrace, muscular arms possessively encircle my waist. Suddenly very hyper aware, I notice the fabric against my skin is not like my cotton sheets, no these sheets are silk, silk sheets I'm very unfamiliar with.

Body lain direct atop a warm, hard surface which emits soft snores and a calming, steady heartbeat, oddly comfortable is how I feel. I snap my eyes open abruptly, groaning low as I look around my surroundings.

My brows furrowing into a unibrow at the drawn midnight colored curtains and the ash shaded wooden floors, at the large LCD tv sitting before the bed and at the subtly textured black paint which washes the walls I'm left even more confused. Striking bedroom furniture with a clean linear shape contrasts my familiar rustic style of furniture.

LED strip lights edge the headboard that is would you guess also black and above me a low hanging modern chandelier that adds to the rooms dramatic flare.

The room isn't all black though a few pieces of color pierce that dark room; a fern sat in the corner by the tv and fire place, big paintings and tiny photographs of both white and black littered each corner to a decent amount but that's just about it.

The tiny couch which sits a little off from the tv and beside the glass balcony doors is velvety black. The platform the bed I currently laid on is black. The bedside tables at my head, surprisingly, black. You get the point.

This room was nothing at all like my room which feasted on light and colors so the question was where the hell am I?

My question was quickly answered, the scent of whiskey and Luca's custom made cologne filled this room like oxygen and invaded my senses.

Was this his room?

Another soft exhale, makes me cast my gaze up to the body I'd almost forgotten about, throat closing up as I see a peaceful looking Luca and feel a very, very naked Luca.

Jesus Christ, tipsy Iris.

How the hell, how the actual hell had you gotten yourself, one in Luca's bedroom and two, in bed with him?

Groaning again in shame, I drop my head back down on to the man's chest, wincing as he stirs a little.

Shit. Shit. Shit. I need to get out of here.

Wiggling and squirming out of his hold, it proves an impossible task than I thought as he's strong as fuck. Think strength of a God times a million. That or I'm just incredibly weak.

My head is pounding and swimming with slightly foggy memories, feeling horrible yet oddly sated, my throat is dry and I'm sore, down there.

I rub at the throbbing pain in my temple, moaning when I notice the blue tie around my wrist.

I don't even want to know.

Finally, finally slipping out of Luca's steel grip and off his humongous bed, I glance backwards at the sleeping Adonis and curse myself low.

Muscles tensing as he turns over so that now he's laying on his side, pink lips parted as he sleeps. His rippling chest gleaming like gold in the morning sunlight and I am tempted to just stand in my spot and watch him sleep.

Okay, Creepy Creeperton.

Turning my head away from the gorgeous male who's black covers fail to cover up much of anything, I scamper around his large dark bedroom, searching for my articles of clothing which we discarded recklessly last night.

Stupid, Iris. Stupid.

Once I've located everything but my panties, I tip-toe towards the door that I hope is the exit, thankfully I'm correct as I twist the knob as silently as possible, slipping through the small crack I've created and making a mad dash down the hallway to my room.

The sprint of shame to my room is a quick one and I'm inside before you can say Luca fucked me good. Slamming the door and locking it behind me, I curse at myself even more.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I've really fucked up now.

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Luca's Pov

The loud shrill iPhone ring of my phone intercepts my sleep, prying me from the peaceful land of sleep, rolling over on to my back I look to my side, noting the odd fading warmth and the new scent of lavender and the womanly Dove scent of Iris.

Iris. Dear sweet Iris.

Sitting up in bed, I run a hand through my tousled hair while picking up the buzzing device off the bedside table at my side, answering the phone I then press it to my ear, listening.

The familiar voice of my old friend from childhood comes through the receiver. "Luca, where the hell are you man? I've been in York for two days and no calls?" He says.

"Ciao, Esa." I mutter groggily, my eyes wander around my bed before landing on the ottoman.

"Oi, you shit, aren't you happy to hear from me?" Estevon laughs while chopping away on something, knowing him it's probably cereal.

"No." I say distastefully.

"You know you're really mean." He grumbles like a child and not like a grown man. "I dropped everything for you, hopped a cab and ran through the airport like those fucking chick flick guys, what do you want from me Luca, why can I never be enough for you?" He bawls theatrically to which I roll my eyes.

Why the hell am I friends with him again?

"I'm hanging up now." Shaking my head, I end the call and toss the phone in to my messy bed.

I toss the covers away, drifting my eyes around the room with a smirk as I know last night wasn't some vivid dream, after all, the air still smelt of sex, her thong is on the black ottoman and I can still faintly taste her sweet pussy on my tongue.

After round 7 we'd both fallen asleep from exhaustion. Iris came so many times, a mere touch had her convulsing and whimpering in my arms. It was fucking erotic.

Iris was possibly one of the only woman who could keep up with me and my sex drive and fuck... was she tight.

I pick a pair of basketball shorts next to her thong found on my ottoman and stroll out of my room, walking down the hall to Iris' bedroom to see if she is okay,—or more accurately to annoy her—with a knock at her door I hear nothing, not a sound, turning the door knob I shove the door to find her room perfectly empty.

Closing the door, I frown as I hear the sound of someone running down the stairs, walking down the hall with quick strides, I'm just in time to see Iris open the front door ready to slip out.

"Avoiding someone?" I tease in an amused tone, breaking the silence of the house and causing her tiny figure to stiffen.

When she doesn't answer, I smirk. "Dolcezza, lost your voice? Pity, I wanted to talk."

Giving a slight shudder that makes my smirk widen, she finally glances up at me, her big, brown, innocent doe eyes making my cock come to life.

Cazzo.

Making my way down the stairs towards her, steps slow and advancing as if I'm afraid I move too quickly she'll scamper away like a little deer.

Abruptly her eyes widen and she notices that in a few more steps I've got her. Faster than I can move towards her, she's out the door and hurrying down the steps outside towards her car with me only a few steps behind.

"Really, Iris? Stop being a child. Would you stop running and just speak to me?" I growl.

She squeaks and hops into her car before I can grab hold of her wrist and whirl her around, revving the engine of the car I tug at the handle of the car's door but she's already locked it.

I curse, jumping away from her car in time before she speeds out of the estate and my line of vision. "Fuck. Fine, Iris."

"Dammit," I hiss.

Going back up the stairs, I slam the door behind me and curse loudly in every language I know. I'm practically seething once I get back to my bedroom.

All I wanted was to make sure she was alright. I knew how I could be sometimes and I wanted to make sure she was feeling okay and I hadn't hurt her.

But she just had to be a fucking child. So fucking difficult.

With a shake of my head, I grab her panties off my ottoman and place it in the dirty clothes hamper, dragging the sheets off my bed I dump them on the floor so the maids can take care of them.

Waltzing into the bathroom I tug my shorts down and hop into the shower, turning the shower on, the warm crystal liquid cascades and hits my back.

Grabbing my shampoo bottle, I squeeze some into my open palm and massage it into my hair.

As I wash my hair, images of Iris' naked body makes my cock hard, groaning I take it into my hand, stroking my length to the thought of my dolce moglie.

"Luca?" Rosie calls from outside the bathroom door.

A growl of frustration leaves my lips as I try to get myself off. "What?"

"There's a call for you." She replies, her soft spoken voice almost drowned out by the shower.

Sighing, I release my member and turn the dial, icy cold water blasting me, sulkingly I take a very cold shower.

Thanks, Rosie.

Once finished I secure a towel around my waist and move towards the door. Opening it up, I lean casually against the frame, pursing my lips and looking down at Rosie, who offers me an amused smile as she hands me my phone.

"Ciao." I say dryly, brows furrowed as I press my phone to my ear.

"Luca! Hey, oh my god, it's been forever. I didn't think you would pick up...it's me, um the girl from the motel." The well-spoke voice of a woman comes through. She has New York accent but it's one that's been groomed to be classy.

Foggily, I can put a face to the woman's voice and perhaps a name.

Rubbing a hand down my face, I sigh. "Look, uh girl from motel, Lucille or Taylor or whatever, I don't know how you got this number but lose it. What we probably had was some fun, get over it."

"But-but I don't understand. You said-"

"I say a lot of things, sweetheart, half of it is lies and bullshit. Don't call back. Goodbye."

Hanging up and pressing my lips into a thin line, I run my hand through my hair in annoyance. Looking over at Rosie who gives me a disapproving look, I fold my arms across my chest and shrug.

✨

"Lwuca!" Little curly haired Mel squeals adorably and jumps into my arms.

"Hello principessa, how are you?" I grin ruffling her mud-colored hair.

"I'm fwine." She smiles up at me her toothy smile.

Walking into the living room, I place the little girl who's grown on me like a daughter onto the couch, I kiss her head and she giggles, giving me yet another adorable toothy smile.

I've started to visit the orphanage more than ever since I came here the first time. Simply because the kids here are sweet and adorable and I could definitely see why Iris was so fond of them.

"Hey, Luca." Naomi chirps.

"Where's Iris?" She asks.

"I thought she would be here actually," I reply with furrowed brows. Following her into the kitchen, I take a seat on a bar stool.

She speaks politely. "Do you want something to drin-?" Suddenly she cuts herself off when James I believe his name is, strolls in, a skateboard under his wiry arm.

He glances over at me and instantly his face turns into a sour expression, I know the boy has a crush on Iris, something which she is oblivious to.

Glaring at me, he huffs and stomps out of the kitchen barely sparing Naomi a glance who's shoulders drop.

"You like him," I state, catching her light green-eyed gaze.

"Is it that obvious?" She grumbles, blushing furiously as she hands me a glass of water.

"Somewhat, then again I've always been told I'm very observant," I answer with an easy smile, sipping the glass of water.

"He doesn't seem to notice." She sniffles, sending a sorrowful look over to the spot which James had been prior.

She sighs and sits down beside me, her arms going around herself. Her pretty light green eyes turning wet and glossy as her lower lip starts quivering.

"What's wrong with me? Aren't I pretty too?" She whimpers, tears threatening to stream down her porcelain face.

I cringe. Tears. I'm not good with tears.

Patting her head awkwardly, I attempt to console the teenage girl. "Of course, Naomi, you're a gorgeous young woman. Anyone who gets to be with you kid is going to be very lucky." Ruffling her raven black hair like I used to with Iliana.

Iliana.....

The corner of her lips quirk up as mine drops, she wipes her tears away with the back of her hand and looks up at me.

"Thanks, Luca, I guess you're not as bad as everyone around here says." She beams.

Cazzo, I wish that was true, sweetheart.

My phone rings out in the quiet kitchen ending the small sentimental moment, sending her a look she gives a nod and I slide the green button, answering the call while waltzing out of the kitchen.

"Ciao, brother."

"Well, look who finally calls," I say, leaning against a wall in the corner. "Let me guess you want a favor?"

"No favor, brother. I just wanted to call, check in. See if all was good on your end, unless you haven't been doing your part and I've had to do everything myself," Arsenio replies saltily.

"Please little brother, it's not like I'm not trying to do my part as well..." I mutter, smiling at Mel as she wobbles past.

"Hmm, if you say so. Well fratello, all I'm saying is do your fucking job and keep your little wife safe and on a tight fucking leash. After all things are getting a little heated on this side with the Russians and their new Assassin and heavens forbid, I would just hate for something to happen to her and for us to lose the Harding's alliance." He chuckles humorlessly.

"The job will be done and don't worry about her, she's not your responsibility. Goodbye Arsenio." I hiss with malice before violently hanging the phone up.

I'd protect my wife even to my dying breath. There was no doubt about that.

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