Miranda's POV:
Evening came by way too soon.
Luca returned as he said he would, his hair disheveled and the scent of a woman’s perfume lingering to his skin almost obnoxiously. I bet he f****d some random woman before he came here.
How rude. He didn’t even think to wash himself and get rid of the scent before he showed himself here.
“Was she brunette?” I blurted out, unable to keep mute any longer.
He looked up from his computer, a crease formed in between his brows. “What are you talking about?”
“The woman that practically scent marked you. Was she a f*****g brunette?” I hated how snappy my voice sounded. “And before you get any funny ideas, no I am not jealous and I do not give a fuck.”
Yes. I don’t care.
He stared at me blankly. “If you don’t care, then why are you asking?”
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