Clara

The doctor discharged me today, I was told to take my medinces on time and have lots of rest. "Miss," a stranger calls out as I walked towards the exit. I look behind and see a man probably in his late 50s, dressed in a black suit walking towards me.

"Miss my name is Henry. I have been sent by Mr Salvador to pick you up and take you home," he spoke formally. Salvador? Who is Salvador? It might be the guy that brought me here. I can't trust him. He's a bad guy. He is the one who ordered the other men to kill everyone.

"Oh no that's okay. I'll just take a cab," I replied.

"I really insist Miss that I take you. Sir has a really bad temper and if he finds out that I didn't take you home..." he said. Henry looks harmless unlike his boss. He doesn't look like the type to do anything vulgar. But why is Henry so intimidated by his boss? I am sure it's not just because he is his employer. 

I agreed on his render only because of his approach. Henry started making small talk with me. I didn't mind it, he is very nice and polite. Henry opened the door of a Silver BMW, the latest series. I have never been in such an lavish and expensive car. Mr Salvador must be rich.

He started driving. I sat at the back of the car admiring the design of the car.

"Miss do you mind if I ask you something?" Henry aksed.

"Not at all Henry," I replied.

"Why were you in the hospital?" He asked concerned.

"I just... um." I barely got an answer out, tongue tied at most. I didn't know what to tell him. The truth would only scare him (I assumed). It then quickly escalated to an awkward silence.

"Did he shot you?" He asked.

"No no it was an accident," I said. I told Henry my address. I realized he took a different route - one that doesn't lead to my place.

"Henry where are we going?" I asked worried.

"I am sorry Miss. But Mr Salvador wants to see you first," he replied. I should have known better than to trust a driver of a probable criminal. The car stopped. We parked in front of the doors of the Delux Hotel. Henry opened the door for me and I got out. I followed him as he entered the hotel, it didn't feel like I had much of a choice. The Delux. This place is gorgeous, fancy and not to mention ritzy. It's the hotels you only hear celebrities going to. It's is very expensive and exclusive.

We entered the elevator and went to the highest floor. The penthouse. The elevator doors open and my jaw drops for a second or more. "Welcome," Henry said. I slowly walk in, I can't believe where I am. Someone pinch me because this feels like a dream. The decor is so classy and beautiful. There's paintings hang on the wall, and priceless artefacts around the room. Oh and the breath taking view of the skyline. This place is just amazing. Until the owner showed up making it feel less secure.

"Thank you Henry," a familiar voice spoke. The guy appeared from a hallway. It's him. 

"You're welcome sir," Henry replied and walked away.

I looked at him as he walked towards me. His hands in his pocket and his eyes on me. "My name is Luca," he said.

"Clara," I replied.

"You are probably wondering why Henry brought you here. Believe it or not I just wanted to make sure that you are okay."

"Why should I believe you? You pointed a gun at me."

He walked closer to me and then he stared speaking while looking into my eyes: "I am sorry for that."

"You need to rest," he said and placed his hand on my wound.

"I want to go home," I said to him.

"You are home," he replied - looking at me dead in the eyes. What? This guy must be a psychopath this is just insane. Please god let this be a prank or something. I have heard of rich people being psychotic but never have I seen it upfront.

"You kidnapped me!" I yelled at him. Seemed like an accurate accusation at the time.

"I am sure Henry didn't hold a gun to your head and threatened you. You came here willingly."

"Then I can leave willingly," I said. I almost tripped as I walked away, so much for a dramatic exit. Stupid heels, every step I took felt like being poked in my wound. "Ow!"

I felt hands on my waist, electrifying. I turned around to look at him. He is impossibly handsome. The features of his face seemed to be carved from stone; his face, cerulean blue eyes that held an ocean of mysterious. His ebony black hair that is well styled and his neatly trimmed beard. Ugh! god no Clara. Stop. What are you thinking... I shouldn't be obsessing over a stranger who might as well be a killer. 

I took a step back, he took steps closer.
He carried me. I was in his arms again. It didn't feel awkward for too long. Luca carried me towards a room.

Our eyes locked. Why is he doing this? My chaotic mind wailed. He doesn't know me. Luca placed me carefully on the bed, he removed my heels. His cold hands seemed to aroused me - I wasn't used to a mans touch. My heart fluttered.

Luca left the room. I was in this huge bed, in silk sheets. It felt like I was sleeping on clouds. The room is huge, dark and cold. My eyes unable to stay open, sleep took over.

Luca

I told the driver Henry to pick up the girl. I gave him a very vivid description. I hope he managed to convince her to come see me.
I can't stop thinking about her. She's been on my mind- invading my heart.

When I saw her, my heart became captivated - I couldn't stop starring at her beautiful face. "My name is Luca," I introduced my self.

"Clara," she replied. Clara my heart my mind repeated. Clara what kind of spell have you put on me?

"You are probably wondering why Henry brought you here. Believe it or not I just wanted to make sure you are okay,"I told her. And it's the truth, I just wanted to see her, make sure she's okay and get lost in her hazel eyes once again.

"Why should I believe you? You pointed a gun at me," She spoke. I walked closer towards her, and look at her.

"I am sorry," I tell her. I placed my hand on her stomach: "You need to rest." . She needs to lay down, the wound shouldn't be pressured. 

"I want to go home,"

"You are home," I said without thinking twice.

"You kidnapped me!" She screamed. I softly chuckled.

"I don't think Henry held a gun to your head and threatened you, you came here willingly," I told her. Though that would be funny, Henry with a gun.

"I am leaving," she said. From the looks of her, she won't be going any where. She's too weak, and her heals are making it hard for her to walk. She's in pain, I could tell.

I followed her - kept my hands on her waist, knowing that she's suffering. She turned around and stared at me. All I did was look in her eyes that made me feel sanity. Her sunrise - golden hair that flowed over her shoulders, strawberry sweet lips that one day I shall taste, a pair of arched eye brows that looked down on sweeping eyelashes, a dainty cute nose.

God took time with this one. She's an angel I swear. Damn she's stunning.

I carried her to the room, placed her on my bed. I removed her heels that hurt her feet. I left the room, so she could get some sleep.

I sent the maid to go buy her clothes. She's still wearing that sexy white dress. When I went to my room she was asleep, like an angel.

My angel.

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Luca is very possessive and not good with emotions, he has not felt affection in a long time. Clara is a sweet and kind girl, Clara has never had a first love. She always had a her priorities straight, "Become a successful writer."

Luca has fallen for Clara. Will Clara learn to love a villain?