♥Chapter 51♥

Luan Morelli.


We leave the bathroom, each with a towel wrapped around our waist, while Enzo continues to sleep peacefully. His relaxed body lying on the bed, a vision of serenity that makes us smile.

''He must be really exhausted. '' I comment, a silly smile on my face as I think about Lucas' words.

''Yes, ah, how I'd like to suck your cock right now, but I'll let you rest,'' I say, voice thick with repressed desire. Lucas laughs when he hears my provocation.

''You're no good, Luan,'' he says, with an amused smile.

''I never said I was any good,'' I reply, shaking my head jokingly.

We laughed together and headed to the closet. I choose gray jeans and a simple white shirt, while Lucas opts for dark blue pants and a red shirt. As we exit the closet, I see that Enzo has shifted on the bed, revealing a glimpse of his seductive ass. The sight brings a smile to my face.

''Luan, stop thinking about perverted things and let our boyfriend get some sleep'' Lucas scolds me, noticing my look.

I pout in displeasure, even though I know he's right.

''I just wanted to know what your anus tastes like'' I teased, jokingly. Lucas smiles sideways, amused.

''It's very delicious,'' he replies, with a mischievous gleam in his eyes.

We leave the room, still laughing about our conversations, as we go down the stairs. The house is eerily silent. 

''I think we should tell him the truth'' Lucas says, looking at me seriously.

''About what? '' I ask, raising an eyebrow in doubt.

''Not here'' he replies, pulling me by the arm. We go to the hallway and enter our father's office.

'' Then? '' I question, stopping next to him and looking at him with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension.

''We must be honest with him, Lucas. About the file '' I explain, feeling the weight of my words.

Lucas lets out a deep sigh, as if he were carrying an invisible burden.

''I've thought about it too, but I'm afraid that if I know the truth, he won't want anything to do with us anymore,'' he admits, concern evident in his voice.

I take a deep breath, trying to organize my thoughts and find a way to deal with the situation.

''If we never tell him the truth, as soon as he finds out, he will definitely leave here,'' I argue, frustration showing in my voice.

''I know that, but the problem is: how are we going to tell it? '' asks Lucas, his tone heavy with uncertainty.

I run a tired hand over my face, feeling the weight of responsibility.

''I don't know how either,'' I confess, my gaze returning to my father's table, where I lean, seeking some kind of clarity.

''We just need to try to be cautious,'' I suggest, trying to remain calm.

I stare at Lucas, trying to find some solution.

''Cautious? You know how our boy is'' he says, nodding his head in a gesture of dismay. Lucas sits on the sofa, while I approach the table, leaning on it.

We remained silent for a few minutes, the atmosphere heavy with the tension of the moment. Time seems to drag by, and the silence is interrupted only by the distant sound of our breathing.

''I still wonder what he will decide'' I say finally, looking at Lucas with an expression of doubt. ''Is he going to leave or is he going to stay here?

Lucas shakes his head, signaling that he doesn't have the answer either.

''I don't know the answer to that,'' he admits, his look filled with concern and sadness.

I feel a knot in my stomach, the desire to tell Enzo the truth presses on my thoughts.

''Do you think he will forgive us when he knows the whole truth about us? That before he even came here with his family, we already knew everything about him? From blood, age, problems at school, to the pet python and his hobbies?

'' Like this? '' asks Enzo.

At this moment, our bodies freeze. We quickly look at the door and see Enzo, standing there, with an expression of shock and disappointment.

Fucking shit!

The atmosphere in the office changes instantly. The silence that once seemed oppressive is now interrupted by the sound of our racing hearts. Enzo stares at us, his eyes widening with the pain of an unexpected revelation. The shock is visible on his face, and the expression of confidence he had seems to have vanished in an instant.