Cara's pov
“No?”
“No.” Luca said with finality.
“Oh come on. It's just a harmless birthday party.”
It's been four days since I moved in with Luca, three days of hot, dirty s*x, sexy banter and nourishing food. Four days without our recurring bickers and disagreements and the I-hate-Luca-Salvatore moments. It was quite an impressive streak since all we've been doing recently is fight, f**k and fight again.
But right now, as we glared at each other from the opposite sides of his kitchen island, our salad dressing long forgotten, it was safe to say that the no fight streak was officially broken.
I took on a stance that communicated my unwillingness to back down. “I had promised Diana I'd come. There's no way I'm disappointing her now.”
Luca had that hard, intimidating look he had
