"What?" he asked.
Vee finally turned to him fully, her eyes searching his face now. "Would you have pulled that shit?" she clarified. "If we had a kid waiting at home."
"Yes."
The answer came easily. He didn’t know how to lie to her. Had never lied to her. And wasn’t about to start now.
"If I doubted something that could destroy everything I’ve built... everything we’ve built," he added, "I would still need to know the truth."
She looked away.
"Come on," Luca said after a beat. "Eat up and finish up with Nonnina."
The rest of the meal passed without incident. No more arguments. Later, Vee and Nonnina moved into the living room, spreading out catalogues and fabric samples across the table, their voices blending into soft discussions about cake tiers, colors, and guest lists.
Luca stayed back for a while, lingering in the dining room before stepping outside. He pulled out a cigar, lighting it slowly, watching the flame flicker before taking a long drag.
For a few minutes, he just stood there. Thinking about everything. He exhaled, smoke curling into the night as he gave the gate guards a few instructions, his voice returning to its usual authority.
When he stepped back inside, he poured himself a glass of whiskey. Then he headed upstairs.
He stepped into his room, stripped down, tossing his clothes aside before switching off the lights.
Darkness settled around him. He got into bed, stretching out, one arm resting behind his head as he stared up at the ceiling.
About two hours later, Luca hadn’t moved much. His eyes open despite the darkness. Sleep hadn’t come.
Then there was a knock. He didn’t even need to guess.
"Come in," he said.
The door creaked open slightly.
"Luca?" Vee’s voice followed. "Are you asleep?"
"No," he answered simply, shifting slightly on the bed but not sitting up. "You need something?" he asked, even though he already knew.
He heard her step in.
"I was trying to leave," she said, "and the guards said they were shut down for the night."
"Yeah," he said after a moment. "Security purposes."
"You didn’t just give them that instruction so I wouldn’t be able to leave?" she asked.
"Worked, right?"
"Luca..." she exhaled, her patience thinning again. "I have to go."
"Why?" Luca asked.
"For God’s sake, where is the light switch?" Vee muttered, one hand sliding along the wall as she stepped further into the room. "Feels like I am talking to the darkness."
A pause.
"Although... that would be a perfect word for you."
Luca huffed a quiet laugh from the bed. She finally found the switch, she clicked it. Light flooded the room in an instant.
She saw him lying there, naked. Her eyes widened for a fraction of a second before narrowing again, her lips pressing into a thin line as she took in his nakedness.
"Great..." she muttered dryly. "Just great."
"Like what you see?" he asked, a smirk tugging at his lips.

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