4) Water ain't the only wet thing in the kitchen

Rafael came to fetch me from my room to take me down for dinner. He was like my own private usher. The captive life wasn't so bad you know.

I walked down the stairs, still in my skimpy outifit by the way. I finally got to see the kitchen. It was glorius. Everything was white and all fancy. The kitchen doors were made out of glass. You know you're adulting when things like that get you excited.

There was a short old woman cooking at the stove.

"That's Olga, our cook," Rafael informed me.

I was enjoying a nice glass of OJ when a guy probably in his thirties approached me. Surprise surprise: he was hot. Everyone in this damn mansion was. I mean they're Italian for crying out loud.

"Hey sexy mama. What do you say you leave with me and I can show you a good time," he smirked. I, being the slut I am, agreed. All of a sudden the glass from the kitchen doors shattered as Luca came crashing through it like a brick. Not extra at all

"Get the fuck away from her," he ran up to the guy and grabbed him by his collar.

"Relax boss. I'm leaving," the man gave me a confused look and left. Actually, Luca threw him out of the kitchen.

"Boss! You okay?" Rafael came running in. "I heard a loud noise."

"Everything's fine. I took care of that scumbag," Luca wiped the sweat off his forehead.

"Uh, what the fuck just happened?" I whispered to myself. Was I suddenly starring in a soap opera?

Luca's P.O.V

"What happened?" Rafael asked me.

"That jackass tried hitting on Malia," my hands balled into fists.

"Why do you care?"

"I didn't want to say anything before, but I think I like her."

"What the fuck? You just met her like fifteen minutes ago."

"I know, but there's something about her. She's not like other girls."

"I don't know sir, you should be careful. You don't want her to end up like Megan, your girlfriend that died because she got kidnapped by our rivals and you were unable to save her before they shot her."

"I know, but I can't help it. She's just so...different."

Malia's P.O.V

I don't know what just happened, but I'm so attracted to Luca right now. In fact, I think I might just love him. But I could never let him know for a reason that I am unaware of. Instead, I'm going to pretend like I absolutely hate him for no reason whatsoever.

If I just give in to his hot, tanned, greek god like body then I lose. He wins and I lose. What do I lose? I don't really know. I just know I lose.

Besides, it's better this way. With all the sexual tension and cussing at each other. Am I right?

"Time for you to go to bed," Rafael shoved me out of the kitchen.

"But I didn't even eat supper yet," I sighed.

I was lying in bed, hungry and horny. I'm always hungry. And horny.

It was around eleven pm. I couldn't sleep because of the annoying sound of hunger my stomach gave off. I couldn't take it anymore. I got out of my big comfy bed wearing nothing but my shorts and tank top. I neatened my hair by pulling it into a high ponytail.

I slowly crept downstairs into the kitchen. I opened the fridge and found a prepacked chicken and mayo sandwich. I grabbed it and slammed the door shut.

"What're you doing here?"

I screamed so loud I think the chicken in my sandwich came back to life. "What the fuck! You nearly scared me half to death!"

"What are you doing here?" Luca repeated slower, angrier, sexier.

"I'm hungry."

"And?" He folded his arms, leaning against the side of the fridge. He was wearing a white t shirt and grey sweatpants. He was a bit sweaty and his long brown hair was messy, so I'm guessing he just came from the gym, considering the fact that he was holding a bottled water.

"And I came to get something to eat," I raised the sandwich in my hand. Although, I wouldn't mind eating that big di- donut.

"You got your food, now go." He instructed.

"Geez. You don't have to be so cranky," I pushed past him and walked to the kitchen sink. I grabbed a glass from one of the cupboards and filled it with water, downing it afterwards. Luca stood watching my every move the whole time.

"Are you just gonna stand there and look at me? Like I know I'm beautiful but it's rude to stare." He pushed off the fridge and slowly walked towards me. Dammit I knew my sassiness was going to end up getting me killed one day.

"Go away." I walked backwards. He kept coming, placing his water bottle on the counter as he walked pass. "Be gone, thot!" I made an X in front of me with my arms.

I walked back until he backed me onto the kitchen counter. He grabbed my arms and forced them to my side. His hard chest pressed against mine. It wasn't that painful since my boobs are tiny as fuck. Itty bitty titty committee, where ya at?

He still held onto my wrists with both his hands. Then he transferred the one wrist to his left hand so he was holding both in one, and he used his right hand to lift my chin up. We were standing eye to eye. God, he's so beautiful. His orbs were a deep hazel. His hand was so soft and big on my chin. His pink lips looked so soft, I could just kiss them.

My breathing increased as I felt his whole body pressed against mine. My chest rose and dropped quickly as he just stared into my dark brown orbs. He stared at me intensely, as if he was deciding on what to say or do.

"Go to bed, Malia," he instructed. We love a man in charge.

"Or what?" I challenged. His hand dropped from my chin and landed on my shoulder. Instant goosebumps. He ran his hand down my arm and rested it on my waist. He pulled me in even closer, if that was even possible considering how close we already were.

We were so close I could feel his warm breath against my face. He leaned his head down. My heart started racing. I tilted my head up. He moved in closer. Just when I was getting excited, he turned around and walked away.

Sexual tension count: 1

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Dear family

If any of you are reading this right now, my account got hacked. I most certainly didn't write this for I am a child of God.

Kidding I wrote this #noregrets

This honestly wasn't even steamy but I just felt so uncomfortable writing this haha what's wrong with me.

Any of you fellow writers have any tips for me?

Love from

Girl with brown oRbS