Page 9 of Inevitable

I slowly blink my eyes open when I notice that I have the mother of all migraines. God what an awful dream. Did I really get that drunk at dinner that I gave myself a hangover? I reach over to the left side of my wall to hit my light switch but can’t find it. I move my hand all over, but it’s gone.

Then I realize that the sheets are not my normal cotton, but silk. I look around frantically to see that I am not in my bedroom. It’s dark and I can’t see much but what I do see is that I am in a 4-poster king sized bed inside of a large room with sitting chairs in either corner. Where the hell am I? Was it all real?

“You should stop moving around so much,” a deep voice says from the corner.

I look around for the owner and see a man standing in front of doors to what looks like a balcony. The moonlight shadows his face but as he walks towards me, he becomes more recognizable.

“Luca?” I question urgently before sitting up quickly.

Just as quickly, I place a hand to my head. Ow. I feel a bandage wrapped around my head near my temple.

“I said stop moving,” he snaps.

I flinch at the harsh sound of his voice and stop moving. My Luca never raised his voice at me, not once. Everything comes flooding back to me and I remember that this isn’t the same Luca that I once knew as a girl.

“What happened to me?”

“You fell,” he states, his tone as sharp as ice.

I nod as the memory of falling down the stair’s filters to the front of my mind.

“Where am I?” I croak out.

“My home.” His answers are short, but at least someone is finally talking to me.

“Why?”

“You will be staying here for a while.” That is all he says before he begins to stride out of the room.

“Wait!”

He freezes. Slowly, turning around to look over his shoulder with a blank stare on his face.

“Why?” I ask again.

Seriously? After almost a decade of no contact, he shows up and takes me? How is that even a thing? And is that really the best question I could come up with? I have had hundreds for him that have been building since the last time I saw him.

He watches me closely, inspecting me. As his eyes travel all over me, I recognize the smooth honey eyes from all those nights under the midnight moon. However now there is a steeliness behind them that causes unease to slip into my chest.

“I was your best option.”

Confusion mars my face. “Option? Wha-”

Without sticking around to listen to the rest of my question he strides out of the room quickly and I am soon left in the dark with too many questions than I know what to do with. I settle back into the bed and my eyes drift closed before I can stop them.

I wake up to the sun blaring through the French doors leading to the balcony the next morning. I blink blearily looking around, now able to fully take in everything around me. The room is elegant, adorned in gold and cream. The walls are an extravagant vintage gold wallpaper, my bedding is gold silk, even the area rug that practically takes up the whole room is a golden honey color, like Luca’s eyes.

Luca. I can’t believe he is here. I can’t believe I am here. And in his house? How is this his house? What has he been up to these last 7 years, robbing banks back-to-back?

A gentle knock comes from my door and there is a slight pause before I see Marisol pop her head in timidly.

“Miss Adams? I have your breakfast.”

I give her a short nod and she walks quickly and quietly before setting the tray down on the small bistro table in the corner. I slip out of the bed and walk towards her. I look down to see that I am in a silky pink pajama set. Who the hell touched me while I was unconscious?

“I changed you Miss, after the doctor left. Your clothes had blood on them.”

I nod my head feeling slightly better, but only just. “Thank you,” I rasp.

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