Chapter 17: You Look Stunning

Chapter 17: You Look Stunning

Abigail

Finally we were on our way back home after almost a full day of helping him out with paperwork. Although, he still had some stuff left to finish and Michael was the one driving us back home. Apparently, he would be staying with us for a week on my father's insistence. I thought it would be nice having him for some time, I just hoped my father wouldn't suspect anything about our past relationships.

And with another guy to talk to every day, I hope he could help me get Luciano out of my head. When I saw Michael again, all the memories we had came rushing back, the great sex and the amazing connection we shared. But I couldn't help but compare him to Luciano, the way he had whispered in my ear, the way he made me feel, it was frustrating. Luciano was a dick and didn't deserve to occupy my thoughts but he did all the time.

The ride back home was filled with laughing, enjoying each other's company. His hands went on my thigh and I tensed, my body seemed to remember his touch. He turned to me and smiled.

“Is this too much?” He asked and I shook my head, smiling back.

We stepped out of the car and walked inside the house. My father also wanted me to come to his office tomorrow as he barely spent time with me and Michael offered to come along. He had been to our house before so he went to the kitchen while I took off my jacket and when I walked into the kitchen, he was leaning his back on the counter while drinking a glass of water. He was wearing a blue button-up shirt with a black pants. The first three buttons of his shirt were opened which displayed his muscular chest. I stopped in the doorway, leaning my side against it and studied his handsome features. He looked like a man with his muscular body and tall figure and sculptured face.

He might be the only man who was even close to Luciano Adams's stunning looks. Yet Luciano was so much more than just handsome. I shook my head, getting rid of my thoughts, I was again comparing another man to him. He noticed my presence and turned his head to me, a smile on his lips.

“Why are you standing there, come here. I need a hug.” He said.

Michael has always been very touchy with me, it didn't even have to be sexual. I went to him and he held me tightly with his large hands around my waist. I inhaled his manly scent before I let his body go and created some distance between us. He looked at me with hunger in his eyes, I had to look down because his intense gaze was too much.

“Do you ever think of us?” He asked carefully as if he was afraid of the answer. I still had my eyes on the floor and I nodded.

“Sometime, yes.” I replied and he stepped closer to me.

“I think about us every day.” His voice was soft but the lust that hid under it was loud.

I felt him take a hold of my jaw, lifting my head up to meet his eyes. He sighed as he gazed into my eyes deeply and leaned forward, hovering above my lips. I didn't move away, my breath hitched and then his hand fell back to his side and he backed away. My heart quickened at the way he looked at me, it was more than just hunger. It was adoration.

“Goodnight, Abigail.” He gave me a smile and walked away, leaving me in the kitchen by myself.

My heart was beating rapidly in my chest and I felt goosebumps peppering all over my skin.

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“You look stunning, Abigail.” I smiled at Michael from the last step of the stairs.

His jaw dropped the second he saw me and stepped forward and gave me his arm which I gripped as I walked out. He was going to be my plus one for dinner at Adams's house, it was my parents' suggestion and I planned on using it to make Luciano jealous tonight. I enjoyed how tense he was when he saw me with my friends in the pool and a handsome man like Micheal was going to be even better at that.

My parents stood by the car, waiting for us and when we came out, they both smiled widely and told me how beautiful I looked. I was wearing a blue stain dress with a split on my thigh, it highlighted my curves perfectly. Our driver opened the door for us and we hopped in. My parents were sitting in front of us, facing me and Micheal. During the ride, we made small talk, mostly my father and mother talking for themselves while me and Micheal did the same.

I didn't even realize we had arrived until the car stopped, I looked out the window and my mouth opened wide. It was a huge mansion and it was hard for me to think that he lived here by himself. Was he hiding that he was married? Was that why he left the other night?

Our car was parked in front of the enormous front door, right by a water fountain. The garden was big and well lit and it looked magical at night. When we walked inside, I straightened my dress and took a hold of Michael's outstretched arm and he smiled at me. He was wearing a suit and it was tight around his biceps, showing off his muscles. I barely got my hand around half of it and I smiled back at him. It had been a few days since I saw Luciano last and I was kind of nervous. He was extremely alluring and I hoped I wouldn't fall by his feet tonight.

The hall was filled with people wearing fancy dresses and suits. Although, one in particular stood out and the second I stepped in, his attention went from the group of men to me. I saw him eye my body before his eyes met mine and I felt butterflies. I looked away, instead admiring his beautiful house. In the corner of my eye, I saw him coming towards us, he didn't seem to have a date with him. I guess the wife's question was out of the way.

“Mr. and Mrs. Laurent. It is a pleasure to have you here tonight.” He shook their hands and then his eyes darted to me, he gave me a gorgeous smile and once again his eyes appreciated my dress.

“You look wonderfully stunning tonight, Abigail.” His eyes glinted and instead of shaking my outstretched hand, he grabbed it softly and raised it to his lips, leaving a feather light kiss.

A shiver ran through my body and I gave him a weak smile, wanting to act nice even though I felt mad and hurt at his behavior the last time we had sex. At last, he looked at the man who stood close behind me and his eyes showed his surprise. Almost like he was too busy eyeing me not to notice Michael at all. They were both tall, however, Luciano still had a couple of centimeters more on him.