The Plutocrats' Lovers

Chapter 8

Laura Conti's POV

"Safe," I said before putting all my stuff on my table in the office. Madame Rossi was looking at me weirdly before she called me into her office.

"Laura, I need to ask you about something," she said before taking her seat at her desk. I sat across her.

"What's up?" I said as I leaned back into the chair comfortably as I was rushing around even in the early of the morning.

"My husband and I, we're having a fight right now. I want to ask you how to resolve it," she said as she looked at me, hoping that I can help her.

Uh oh, the wrong person to ask about that, Madame...

"I see what I can do to help you, ma'am," I said.

"Please, call me Aubrey. You're my colleague now, my favorite student," she said chuckling at her own comment. I smiled at her.

"So," she said, "I suspect my husband is having an affair with his co-worker. I'm afraid that if I confront him, it will not end well. I don't know how to describe but let's just call it a hunch," she said, looking at me before continuing,

"I was raised that I need to trust my husband no matter what and do not snoop around where my nose does not belong. So what should I do, Laura? I don't know what to do anymore," she sighed before leaning back in her chair.

I analyzed Madame Rossi, sorry, Aubrey up and down. In my opinion, she was of real beauty. Wearing the least makeup and just keeping them natural, I can easily say that I was mesmerized by her if I was a man or perhaps lesbian.

But, luckily, a certain person kept my toes in place and kept me straight in a heterosexual relationship. She has an hourglass body shape that made me jealous as I know Lucca preferred that type compared to my straight body shape. I sighed inwardly before clearing my throat.

"I don't think he is cheating on you. Have you noticed anything that was different lately, like how he reacted to your jokes or how he compliments you?" I asked.

"Not that I am aware of, no. We're just same old, same old," she said. Then it struck me. Perhaps they needed a little something to spice things up.

"Why don't you do this tonight, Aubrey," I said with a wicked smile.

"I don't think I like where this is going," she said warily.

"Trust me, it's worth a try," I said and began to describe the immoral things to her that made her gasp at my plan but also put a wicked smile on her face.

"I am sure to try it tonight," she said before I excused myself from her office as it is time for my class.

"Don't forget to tell me the result," I said before taking my books for today's lecture and going to my classroom.

After 3 classes that I have been teaching for 3 hours, I went out with Stella to grab lunch. We went to the nearest restaurant that was located in Verona near the campus.

"So, I saw you with Madame Rossi this morning. What's cooking?" Stella said as she was wiggling her eyebrows at me.

"Nothing much, some stuff about an artifact that they just recently discovered in Denmark. I might go there to check for myself and also it may relate to my work in Albania," I said as I was eating my chicken saltimbocca with red wine. It was cooked to perfection. I wished to learn how to cook this on my own someday. Or for someone...

My evil brain thought was making me choke on my food.

"Are you okay?" Stella said with concern as she handed me a glass of water.

"Yeah, it's just too good," I said as I was gradually drinking the water that was offered. I pushed that thought at the back of my head but I knew someday that thought might be true when I found that certain someone that was so special, but I was certain it was not Lucca Giovanni.

Not in this lifetime.

"So, tell me honestly, Laura. Do you have any relationship with mister nice, hot guy the other night that we've met?" she asked me, making me choke again.

"What do you mean?" I said, trying to conceal the fact that I was laughing nervously.

"Like that stone was sticking out on your left hand?" she said as she raised an eyebrow at me. I instantly looked at my left finger and there it was, the princess cut amethyst stone ring that was glistening proudly in its display.

I sighed as I hid my hand under the table. I looked at Stella and she was making a face that said 'You better tell or else' look. I sighed as I looked outside the window where people were passing through to go to their destinations.

"He proposed and I kind of said yes to him," I said awkwardly. Stella was about to explode before I interrupted her.

"But not because I like or love him. It's more like a service that I need from him," I said before I realized how the sentence had a double meaning to it.

"Was he that good?" Stella asked.

"What? No, no, no, no. Not like that. We don't sleep together. God, Stella, who you think I am?" I said to her as I can feel my face was burning. I looked away from her as I ate my meal and took a sip of my red wine.

We just ate as I don't want Stella to keep pestering me with her questions about the stone that was glistening so proudly on my hand. I keep fidgeting with it as it was weighing more than it should be.

After we finished our meals, we headed back to campus until it was late in the evening.

I was so immersed with the reading that I had on Viking's immigration and their contributions to the modern world. I also had it to relate to my primary research in Albania and emphasized my reading related to it.

I have been spacing out when someone cleared their throat behind me. I was too preoccupied to notice who was it until I took a whiff of his signature cologne. Then, I sensed his body heat.

"My, my. My fiancée does sure like her work too much than her groom. Maybe I should be an artifact to get your attention," Lucca said as he leaned back on my desk as I was closing up my computer and laptop.

"Do you always have free time to bother me at school?" I said boringly as I was packing up my stuff. When he's here, that's mean I needed to go. But wait, why do I have to go with him? Oh yeah, because he will keep bothering me until I came home with him.

"I need you to clear your schedule tomorrow," he said as he sat on my chair as I was putting my report into one of the cupboards in the room. I needed to reach out at the top when he took my files and settled them on the table.

"Thanks," I said as I was rummaging through the files to put it in the correct order. I can feel his stare on my face. I cannot control my blush when I know he was smirking at me. I stopped and sighed before looking at him with one hand at my hips.

"What?" I asked him.

"What?" he said before he kept smirking at me.

"What do you want?" I said before glaring at him. He was smirking before taking my chin for me to look into his slate orbs.

"Can you clear your schedule tomorrow?" Lucca asked, looking too deeply into my eyes that made me shuffle in my seat.

"I see what I can do," I said, trying to calm my heart.

"Not good enough. I want you to clear it. No excuse," he said before dragging me to my computer. He switched it on. Damn it, I just shut it down. But when His Excellency said to do it, I needed to oblige. I almost wanted to salute him.

"Here, do it. Now," Lucca said before putting me in front of the computer.

"What was so important that I need to clear my schedule immediately?" I asked as my hands were typing into canceling the class, appointments, and other stuff. My students would be happy to hear this news tonight.

"Tomorrow, we will be visiting my family. Ah, but you already know them, didn't you?" he said smugly before I glared at him. All the flashbacks of spending at his house during our childhood really did stir something in my stomach but I ignored it.

"Okay, done. Can we go now?" I asked as I looked at him. Lucca smiled at me before he gestured me to take my handbag and got the hell out of my office as he was dragging me down the hall, into the parking lot before he instructed me to get into his car and he sped off from the campus parking.