Hello sugar pops,

Dedicated to my boo

Photo of Mariano di Vaio who plays Sebastian Monteiro

This chapter is not edited. There will be many mistakes. Some things may even not add up.

"Miss Luca, " Mr. Monteiro's voice was a husky, low, magnetizing rumble as his brawny fingers held gently and lovingly carressed the nape of my neck, his masterly curved irrefragably luring lips closely upon my own.

For a smatter of seconds, perchance even a more extended amount of time, I could only watch him, unable to do much differently, not capable of a reaction.

Unforseenly, it was as if I had no longer possessed the faculty to move or to speak. As if suddenly, I were ceded both physically and verbally disabled.

It was, undoubtedly the outcome of the aggrandizing anger and stupefaction I felt towards the man who had the gall to so intimately touch me, so damn familiarly as if it were his prerogative.

"Miss Luca" a second time he growled my name, the tone identical to the one he had used prior. It was incontestably hot, seductive and alluring.

His lips ever so lightly brushed against mine. "I swear to God Miss Luca, I dream of tasting this torturously delicious mouth of yours every night. If right now I don't kiss you, I feel as if I might go mad. Please do not reprobate me baby. Grant me the chance, I beg you, please. "

His beseeching vocalizations, the name of affection he had the courage to label me, his warm minted breath against the skin of my face, like an unexpected jolt of lightening jerked me from the dazedness in which I was arrested.

Together my teeth clasped closely, hard enough to cause a slight stir in my head.

What was this charade?

This damn drama?

How dare he come to this place just to behave as such with me?

How dare that disingenuous, pathologically mendacious, filthy beast?

Quietly, I laughed at the man's audacity and shook my head. I had never before in my life experienced as I had that moment towards he who stood before me.

Then, out of wrathfullness, I could have ended his life and not feel a single twinge of remorse.

"How dare you? " I accused, the hiss low, appearing composed as my anger would permit me to speak no higher, however, the rage radiating was not to be missed. "Do I belong to you that you will just touch me or speak to me as you wish? Tell me sir, who do you think you are? "

He effortlessly leaned against the hard wood desk and grasped the sides. "You are mine Miss Luca and I am yours. You love me as I love you. Am I wrong? Is that not the reason you have not been with another man since you left me? Is that not why you detest me so, because after all that has been said and done you still love me? Baby I love you, that is why I am here, for you and Sebriina. Baby please allow me one chance to make things right. For us, for our child. "

I saw red, Burgundy perhaps even orange as my palm connected with his cheek in an afflictive slap. "Dont you dare mention my child's name. "

I watched as tightly he closed his eyes, yet, a traitorous single drop of tear escaped.

What was this nonsense?

A masquerade to soften me up?

"Miss Luca i love you, both of you. " his words angered me.

Where was all of this sentiment when he had, in the past, repeatedly hurt me?

The night he had physically abused me until my body was benumbed from the unbearable pain?

Where was the fucking emotion when he faulted me for our daughter's--Sebriina's twin's death while i grieved her passing?

I slapped him.

"Damn you Sebastian. I despise you."

He whispered, his voice thick, raw, a tad hoarse and scrapy.

"I love you Miss Luca"

In aggravation, I shook my head and reached into my purse atop the desk. I pulled out the brown envelope.

"Starting this minute, I will be taking on week's leave of absence. My reasons have been elucidated in the letter. Good day. " I handed to him, the enclosed paper and walked to the door, exiting our office.

His words were quiet.

"I love you"

I eyed Miss Luca despondently, her back until she were no longer visible as she disappeared outside of the closed door.

I swore to God it hurt. So damn much. It was as though she had left me again, for the first time.

The words she had uttered that night, which had pierced my very soul, like a viper hissed into my ear, persecuting me, an agonizing reminder of the insufferable heartaches I had bestowed upon her.

It is good your eyes are so close to my heels. At least you get a front row ticket to view the prints on the bottom of my shoes as I walk out of your life forever.

My breath caught into my throat, almost asphyxiating me as I whispered into the room. "Miss Luca, I am sorry baby. I need you to forgive me. Baby I need you. "

I ran my hands over my face over my face as I turned to face the wall, ready to pack punches until my knuckles were torpid and battered.

Some things, after all, never change.

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"Burn out? " a second time in disbelief, I interrogated the man, interrupting his report.

Oh baby. Why are you over working yourself?

He replied. "That is correct Mr. Monteiro. Miss Luca has been suffering from burn out for the last few weeks. She has just left the doctor's office who has prescribed amongst medication that she suspend herself from all strenuous activities for at least a couple days well. "

I grimaced. "Very well Keith"

I admonished myself.

How had I allowed that to have gone unnoticed? Burn out came with symptoms Miss Luca displayed, including her clear exhaustion and the frequent migraines.

I dropped the Adidas gym bag on to the couch and checked on my wrist watch the time.

Grabbing quickly from the refrigerator a bottle of Life Span purified water, I left the penthouse.

To ensure all is well, I ought to see you my love, lest I lose my saneness.

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As the door opened unveiling Miss Luca, my breath suddenly forsaked me and I virtually disremembered for what purpose I had called. Shamelessly, I gaped at her, sweet reminiscences of our past assembling themselves into my head. Often times when she were in the house, she would have been attired exactly the same, as she was, in just a voluminous T-shirt reaching her mid thighs.

I pulled the inside of my left cheek between my teeth and sawed them hard into the flesh, tearing it as yearningly my eyes lingered on the exposed immaculate, glowing skin. God knows she was fucking desirable. Libidinous images past through the eyes of my mind, torturing me.

I cleared my throat as she inquired,the irritation unhidden in her voice. "How may I be of assistance Mr. Monteiro? "

I cleared my throat, suddenly nervous.

"Ah yes. Good evening Miss Luca. I am sorry to have cone at this hour as it is not the appropriate hour when an estranged lov--"

I cleared my throat again intercepting my own words. What would I have said? Her estranged lover?

Cease the abracadabra and speak sensibly fool.

Mentally, I reproached myself.

"Miss Luca, good evening. I noticed today At the office you appeared rather unwell. Therefore I had gone out and purchased er,some food items including fruits, orange juice and milk. "

Damn. That sounded better in my head. Now it was as if I insinuated that she was hungry.

Her eyes darkened with repugnance as she glowered at the bags in my bandaged hands.

"You have wasted enough of my time"she hissed then slammed shut the door and I allowed from frustration the bags to slip from my debilitated grasp as I rested my head against the cool here surface.

Damn it miss Luca, do I need to die? Will you see then how desperately I need you.