My Italian Billionaire: A BWWM Italian Billionaire Romance by Cristina Grenier, Stacey Mills
Authors: Cristina Grenier, Stacey Mills
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entered his bedroom. Would she like to be called that, or would she slug him for it?
Although he'd planned on going into the office today, to see how things were going, he found himself researching culinary openings in the nearby vicinity. Would she even want his help? Maybe the deadline was making him think there was more to their relationship than there actually was.
Did they even have a relationship yet? Dinner and sex. Maybe he wasn't treating their time together much differently than he had with all the others after all.
Lucca ran his fingers through his hair and sighed. She was going to kill him, either from too much mind-blowing sex or because she was going to break his heart. Normally he did the heart breaking, although, if the women were honest, they were more broken up over losing access to his money than to him.
His phone rang. Assuming it was Paul, he answered immediately. "What's up?"
"Lucca," Olivia purred. "How are you doing, darling? I've been leaving you messages and emails and voicemails, and you haven't gotten back to me. I've been so worried."
He snorted.
"You aren't getting sick, are you? Do you need me to come over and nurse you back to good health?"
Did she realize how awful she sounded?
"No," he said with a straight face. "You should let me die."
She sharply inhaled. "Lucca, you know I didn't mean—"
"You didn't mean anything by not coming to my father's funeral." He hadn't wanted her there, but that was beside the point. "You also didn't mean anything by not giving me back my credit card either."
"I was planning on it. Tonight. Have me over and—"
"I don't think that's a good idea." His fingers flew over his keyboard, and he deactivated the credit line she had access to.
"Why not?" she whined. "What you need is—"
"What I need is for you to not call me again."
"Lucca." She sounded properly scandalized. "You can't mean that."
"I do."
"It's because of your father. You want to feel alone right now, but you aren't. Don't push me away—"
"Olivia, we were done before my father died. I just hadn't gotten around to telling you yet. Don't call or text or email me. Lose my number."
"Lucca, you can't be—"
He hung up. Not his most graceful breakup ever, but it was done.
His phone rang. Olivia. He blocked the number.
Almost immediately, the phone rang again. This time, it actually was Paul.
"So how goes finding a wife?" his friend asked without preamble.
"It's… going."
"I'm not sure if that was a positive tone in your voice or not. What's up?"
"I met someone."
"Who? Anyone I know?" Paul rattled off a list of names that included models and actresses.
"Nope. No one you know." Lucca made his way to the kitchen.
"And? Aren't you going to tell me about her?"
Lucca and Paul always talked to each other about their squeezes, but right now, Lucca wanted to keep Megan to himself. "She's… She's amazing."
"That's great. When do you think you'll pop the question?"
He had just taken a sip of water. He promptly spit it out.
"Heck, all you have to do is find a woman who is willing to sign a pre-nup and you're golden. Your father can't screw you out of the company. You deserve it, and not just because you're Lucca Greccio. You actually earned it."
"I'm not going to—"
"You don't exactly have a lot of time here, Lucca."
"You think I don’t know that?" Lucca growled. "I have time yet."
"Time to do what? Listen, Pam's calling. We'll talk more later." Paul hung up.
Time to do what? Time to find love. Or at least someone he could one day maybe fall in love with. Life wasn't a fairy tale, but maybe he could still find a princess and turn her into a queen.
A black warrior princess.
Although he hadn't planned on it, had figured he would wait a day at least, Lucca dialed Megan. One ring… four… seven. He hung up. He would've thought she'd be back home by now. Why hadn't she answered?
He fought the urge to call again.
That night, he climbed into bed and dreamt he was holding her,
Although he'd planned on going into the office today, to see how things were going, he found himself researching culinary openings in the nearby vicinity. Would she even want his help? Maybe the deadline was making him think there was more to their relationship than there actually was.
Did they even have a relationship yet? Dinner and sex. Maybe he wasn't treating their time together much differently than he had with all the others after all.
Lucca ran his fingers through his hair and sighed. She was going to kill him, either from too much mind-blowing sex or because she was going to break his heart. Normally he did the heart breaking, although, if the women were honest, they were more broken up over losing access to his money than to him.
His phone rang. Assuming it was Paul, he answered immediately. "What's up?"
"Lucca," Olivia purred. "How are you doing, darling? I've been leaving you messages and emails and voicemails, and you haven't gotten back to me. I've been so worried."
He snorted.
"You aren't getting sick, are you? Do you need me to come over and nurse you back to good health?"
Did she realize how awful she sounded?
"No," he said with a straight face. "You should let me die."
She sharply inhaled. "Lucca, you know I didn't mean—"
"You didn't mean anything by not coming to my father's funeral." He hadn't wanted her there, but that was beside the point. "You also didn't mean anything by not giving me back my credit card either."
"I was planning on it. Tonight. Have me over and—"
"I don't think that's a good idea." His fingers flew over his keyboard, and he deactivated the credit line she had access to.
"Why not?" she whined. "What you need is—"
"What I need is for you to not call me again."
"Lucca." She sounded properly scandalized. "You can't mean that."
"I do."
"It's because of your father. You want to feel alone right now, but you aren't. Don't push me away—"
"Olivia, we were done before my father died. I just hadn't gotten around to telling you yet. Don't call or text or email me. Lose my number."
"Lucca, you can't be—"
He hung up. Not his most graceful breakup ever, but it was done.
His phone rang. Olivia. He blocked the number.
Almost immediately, the phone rang again. This time, it actually was Paul.
"So how goes finding a wife?" his friend asked without preamble.
"It's… going."
"I'm not sure if that was a positive tone in your voice or not. What's up?"
"I met someone."
"Who? Anyone I know?" Paul rattled off a list of names that included models and actresses.
"Nope. No one you know." Lucca made his way to the kitchen.
"And? Aren't you going to tell me about her?"
Lucca and Paul always talked to each other about their squeezes, but right now, Lucca wanted to keep Megan to himself. "She's… She's amazing."
"That's great. When do you think you'll pop the question?"
He had just taken a sip of water. He promptly spit it out.
"Heck, all you have to do is find a woman who is willing to sign a pre-nup and you're golden. Your father can't screw you out of the company. You deserve it, and not just because you're Lucca Greccio. You actually earned it."
"I'm not going to—"
"You don't exactly have a lot of time here, Lucca."
"You think I don’t know that?" Lucca growled. "I have time yet."
"Time to do what? Listen, Pam's calling. We'll talk more later." Paul hung up.
Time to do what? Time to find love. Or at least someone he could one day maybe fall in love with. Life wasn't a fairy tale, but maybe he could still find a princess and turn her into a queen.
A black warrior princess.
Although he hadn't planned on it, had figured he would wait a day at least, Lucca dialed Megan. One ring… four… seven. He hung up. He would've thought she'd be back home by now. Why hadn't she answered?
He fought the urge to call again.
That night, he climbed into bed and dreamt he was holding her,
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