Chapter 6
ALINA’S POV
“WHERE THE HELL. IS SHET“
It was Lucian, but who was he searching for? Then it hit me, he was looking for me. He must have woken up alone and thought I had Bled again.
Shit
A loud crash echoed through the house.
Oh boy.
I dashed out of the kitchen, following g the sound, which was coming from the living room.
When I arrived, I gasped, how on earth had he managed to turn the entire place upside down in just a few minutes?
I glanced to the side, and my heart dropped. Lucian had Ace pinned against the wall, his hand gripping Ace’s neck tightly.
“You had one job!” He shouted right in Ace’s face.
“Bobos “Ace struggled to get the words out.
I stood there, frozen in shock and fear, but I wasn’t alone. The staff around us were trembling like leaves in a storm. This was exactly why everyone called Lucian “the Devil.”
He looked absolutely terrifying at that very moment. I knew he would eventually strangle Ace if I didn’t intervene, so I did the only thing I could think of-
I screamed
Almost instantly, Lucian’s head whipped around to face me, and he immediately released Ace Ace crumpled to the floor, his face turning a deep shade of purple.
I dashed over to him barefoot, careful to avoid the jagged shards of glass scattered everywhere.
“Oh my God, are you okay?” My voice laced with panic as I knelt beside Ace, checking his neck. “Well don’t just stand there,call the doctor!” I shouted, though it was more of a general plea, and thankfully, Maya sprang into action, dialing the number.
“I’m fine, madame.” Ace reassured me, attempting to get up.
I reached out my hand to help him, but before I could, Lucian pulled me into a tight embrace, his grip almost suffocating.
“You’re here.” His voice was thick with disbelief, as if he couldn’t quite believe his eyes.
“Well, if you had just checked the kitchen or given Ace a chance to get words out, you would have known that,” I mumbled against his chest. “I can’t breathe.” I added, pushing gently against him.
He released me but kept me at arm’s length, his gaze scanning me as if to ensure I was really there.
“Why were you in the kitchen!” Lucian’s brows knitted together, his expression shifting from confusion to something colder.
Oh God, what now?
Before he could say anything else, I jumped in. “I was making breakfast for you.” I offered a small smile, but his eyes darted between my bare feet and my exposed thighs, darkening with an unreadable emotion.
Suddenly, Lucian turned and shot a fierce glare at the male bodyguards in the room. As if on cue, they all turned their backs to me. Drama king.
I wore dresses shorter t
than this all the time, yet Lucian was acting like I was strutting around in my underwear.
“Why do you keep walking around without shoes?” His voice was tinged with irritation as he scooped me up from the ground, carrying me to the only couch that hadn’t been overturned. He crouched in front of me, his expression still stormy.
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“I forgot.” I admitted, feeling a bit sheepish.
I had been too focused on sneaking out this morning to remember my fluffy indoor flip flops.
In a flash, Maya was passing them to Lucian, and before I could even say a word, he was sliding them onto my feet.
“If you keep forgetting to wear these, you’re going to catch a cold.” He grunted out, his tone a mix of concern and reprimand.
“Sorry.“I mumbled, my gaze dropping to my lap as Inervously fiddled with the hem of his shirt, the one I had borrowed to wear.
“You mentioned something about breakfast?” Lucian asked, gently lifting my chin with his thumb and inde byt to look him in the eye.
finger so I had no choice.
“Yeah, it’s all set on the table. Want to taste it?” My spirits lifted instantly at the thought of him tasting my cooking.
I jumped up, grabbing his hand and pulling him toward the dining room, which, thankfully, had escaped the chaos in the living room.
“You made all this?” His voice held a hint of surprise.
“Of course.” I replied, nodding enthusiastically as I plopped down in a chair and patted the one next to me for him to join.
Lucian settled into his seat but then turned to one of the chefs hanging out in the corner for confirmation.
“Madame indeed prepared everything herself, even though we told her it was our responsibility. The chef grumbled.
Oh, he really needed to get over it. It was just one meal, not a takeover of his job. He was acting like the world was ending
Italians.
I quickly piled a couple of dishes onto Lucian’s plate, practically bouncing in my seat as I waited for him to take a bite.
But instead of digging in, he just stared at the food,looking skeptical.
My brows knitted together, Was he seeing something I wasn’t? Because from the expression on his face it seems as though the head of the devil was sitting on his plate.
“You don’t like it? My heart sank at the thought.
“No, no, it’s nothing like that.” He replied quickly. He cut a piece of pancake, brought it to his mouth, then paused.
“Boss, I don’t think this is a good idea.” Ace chimed in from behind Lucian, sounding surprisingly recovered from his earlier ordeal.
I frowned in confusion, but then it hit me why Lucian was hesitating.
Oh.
Lucian was hesitating because the last time he tried my cooking, it sent him to the hospital. He was convinced I might have poisoned him again.
Was I hurt? A little, yes, but was I mad at him? Not at all
Without saying a word, I snatched the fork from his hand and popped the piece of pancake on it into my mouth, chewing slowly before swallowing.
“See?” I said, glancing between him and Ace.
Just to make my point crystal clear, I took a bite of everything on the table, even sipping from the juice and milk.
For good measure, I even swapped our plates. “It’s not poisoned. How about a bite now? I spent all morning whipping this up.” I said, my voice tinged with a hint of sadness.
It would be such a shame if Lucian didn’t try any at all.
Without another word, he took a bite. His eyes widened a bit as the flavors exploded on his palate.
“It’s good, right?” I asked, my grin stretching wide like a Cheshire cat
“It is.” He nodded, taking another bite. “You
ou really made this?”
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“I did!” I beamed. “Here, try this–and this–and this!” I exclaimed, piling more side dishes
to his plate.
Around us, the staff collectively let out a sigh of relief after a few minutes, glad that Lucian was still alive even after eating the food I
of relief afte
made.
Dramatic bunch.
Breakfast went smoothly after that, with me mostly just watching Lucian enjoy his meal.
“Eat something.” He finally said, snapping me out of my staring fest.
“I am.” I replied.
His gaze flicked to my nearly untouched plate, then back to me with a blank expression.
I sighed and started eating, only to realize just how hungry I really was.
“Got any plans for today?” He asked, his eyes studying me closely.
“Not really,” I responded, and that’s the truth..
Hmm” It sounded like he didn’t believe me.
Before I could say anything else, because let’s face it, Lucian wasn’t exactly a chatty type, Mir suddenly rushed over, my ringing phone in her hands.
“Madame, your phone has been ringing nonstop.” She said, holding it out to me.
“Thanks, Mia” I smiled as I took the phone.
I glanced at the screen, and a small smirk crept onto my lips when I saw who was calling.
Took you long enough.” I muttered to myself.
Time to set my plan in motion
