Chapter 186: Building 18
The kiss that followed her shocked "Um!!!???" started soft, then deepened the moment her lips parted.
Days of longing crashed through both of them at once. Her knees went soft; he felt the same ache in his own body as he backed her against the wall, tongue sliding hot against hers.
He unbuttoned her shirt with impatient fingers, peeling it off her shoulders before reaching behind to loosen her bra strap. The cups fell away.
Her hands mirrored his, pushing his shirt open, palms gliding over the hard planes of his chest while their mouths stayed locked. He cupped one full breast, thumb circling the tight nipple until she moaned straight into the kiss.
His other hand worked the belt of her office trousers, dragging the fabric down her hips. She unzipped him in return. Soon both stood in only underwear... him in an open shirt and strained boxers, her in nothing but damp panties. He guided her down until her bare back met the cool floor, never fully breaking the kiss until the last second.
He stood over her, hooked his fingers into the sides of her panties, and pulled them off in one slow drag. She bit her lower lip, moaning softly as she watched him. He shoved his boxers down. His thick, throbbing cock sprang free, heavy and flushed. She gave another soft, hungry sound at the sight.
"Look at you," he murmured, stroking himself once. "Don’t tell me my vixen is starving for it after only a few days. Tell me how badly you want this cock."
"Please..." she breathed.
He dropped to his knees, spread her thighs, and pushed in with one long, deliberate thrust. Her back arched; her breasts swayed forward as he bottomed out. He set a deep, steady rhythm, hips snapping, watching those soft mounds bounce with every impact.
"That’s it... take it," he groaned, leaning down to suck a nipple while he fucked her. "So tight... so wet for me."
She clutched his shoulders, nails digging in. "Harder..."
He gave it to her harder. Her breasts swung forward and back with the force, nipples grazing his chest on every downstroke. He kissed her again, swallowing her broken moans, one hand sliding between them to rub her clit in tight circles.
The first orgasm hit her fast. The second followed when he flipped her onto her hands and knees and drove in from behind, one hand fisted in her hair, the other gripping her hip so he could watch her breasts hang and sway beneath her.
He talked her through every wave, how good she felt, how pretty she looked taking him, how he wasn’t done yet.
By the time the third climax tore through her, she was shaking, voice raw. He followed a moment later, burying himself deep and spilling hot inside her with a low growl.
He eased out slowly. She collapsed onto her side, chest heaving, thighs trembling and slick. Exhausted, she could only reach for him weakly as he gathered her against his chest, both of them catching their breath on the floor.
...
For the next few days, Luca stayed at Vivienne’s place.
During the day, Vivienne drove him to work in her Ferrari. In the evenings, the two returned home together, cooked dinner, and spent the night together.
Their days were leisurely and peaceful.
That afternoon, Luca received a message from Arabella inviting him to San Fierro University.
Under Vivienne’s meaningful gaze, he could only awkwardly wave goodbye to her before driving away in her Ferrari 599.
A Ferrari was already eye-catching enough.
A bright red Ferrari?
That was practically guaranteed to turn heads.
As Luca drove through the streets near the university, plenty of students watched the car pass with envy in their eyes.
The last time he’d brought Arabella back to school had been quite some time ago.
San Fierro University was massive, with numerous teaching buildings, dormitories, administrative offices, and other facilities scattered throughout the campus.
Luca ended up stopping to ask several students for directions before finally remembering the correct route.
The two girls who had helped him watched the Ferrari disappear into the distance with regretful expressions.
"He’s handsome and rich, but he wouldn’t even bother to give me his number."
"Don’t even think about it. Didn’t you see where he was heading? Building 18."
"True..."
One of the girls sighed.
"But that poor guy might be in for a heartbreak. The girl living in Building 18 isn’t easy to pursue."
...
After arriving downstairs at Building 18, Luca sent Arabella a message before leaning back in the driver’s seat to wait.
In most dormitory areas, seeing a sports car parked downstairs would attract plenty of attention.
But Building 18 was an exception.
Expensive cars appearing here weren’t exactly rare.
The reason was simple.
Arabella was famous throughout the university.
She wasn’t just stunningly beautiful. Her cold, distant personality made her even more attractive to certain people.
Especially the wealthy second-generation heirs of San Fierro.
The kind who moved from one beautiful woman to another without ever settling down.
Many of them had appeared downstairs from Building 18 carrying flowers, hoping to win her over.
Naturally, none had succeeded.
To avoid being constantly disturbed, Arabella usually lived off-campus unless she had a particularly busy class schedule.
She had recently moved back into the dormitory mainly because final examinations were approaching.
Luca had barely spent two minutes playing with his phone when someone knocked on the car window.
He initially assumed it was Arabella.
But when he turned around, he saw a beautiful young woman he didn’t recognize.
Luca lowered his phone and rolled down the window.
"What’s wrong?"
Rebecca Palmer froze the moment Luca turned his face.
Her red lips parted slightly.
Her eyes filled with disbelief.
Luca?
Wasn’t he supposed to drive a Mercedes-Benz G-Class?
Why was he suddenly sitting in a Ferrari?
As one of Arabella’s roommates, Rebecca had disliked her almost from the moment they entered university.
Why was Arabella considered one of San Fierro University’s campus belles?
Why did that woman, who always seemed to be dressed in designer brands, attract so much attention from the wealthy heirs around the city?
Rebecca couldn’t accept it.
She had always been the center of attention while growing up.
So why did she suddenly become nothing more than a background character whenever she stood beside Arabella?
Of course, Rebecca would never admit that her mentality had become so twisted because of jealousy.
Instead, she often dressed provocatively and deliberately approached the wealthy young men who came to pursue Arabella.
Those men might have only been playing around with her, but Rebecca didn’t care.
She enjoyed the attention.
More importantly, whenever one of them wanted to make sure Arabella didn’t find out what had happened, Rebecca usually received a little "hush money."
Sometimes it was cash.
Sometimes a designer handbag.
The purpose was always the same.
They didn’t want Arabella to know they had been fooling around with her roommate and ruin the perfect image they were trying to maintain.
Unfortunately, Rebecca loved showing off.
Especially in front of Arabella.
Even if she didn’t openly say she’d been involved with someone, she would casually mention how well a certain person treated her.
And without exception...
Every man she mentioned had once pursued Arabella.
Naturally, Arabella never cared.
She barely reacted at all.
At first, Rebecca thought Arabella was pretending.
But after being ignored again and again, she eventually realized that Arabella genuinely didn’t care about her.
That only made her even angrier.
Later, Rebecca came to believe that Arabella remained so dismissive because none of those wealthy heirs could compare with Luca.
So she came up with another idea.
’If I can steal a man who’s even richer than Luca... let’s see if Arabella can still pretend not to care.’
Unfortunately, after waiting for days, Rebecca hadn’t encountered anyone who appeared wealthier than him.
She had almost given up and decided to try her luck elsewhere.
Then...
She saw the red Ferrari.
Rebecca’s eyes had nearly lit up on the spot.
’Hahaha!’
’A Ferrari!’
’And the driver is handsome too!’
’Isn’t this exactly the rich young master I’ve been waiting for?’
If she could get close to the owner of the Ferrari, she was certain Arabella wouldn’t be able to remain so indifferent.
Rebecca even began imagining herself using this opportunity to completely change her life.
She would marry into a wealthy family.
Rise through the ranks.
Transform from an ordinary woman into a respected socialite.
A true wealthy lady of San Fierro.
With those thoughts in mind, she couldn’t wait to approach the car.
She deliberately swayed her hips, stuck out her chest and backside, and put on what she believed was an irresistibly seductive expression.
One hand touched her lips.
The other tapped against the Ferrari’s window.
But when Luca turned his face...
Rebecca was completely stunned.
The Ferrari’s owner was Arabella’s rumored boyfriend.
Luca.
And judging by his expression...
He had completely forgotten who she was.
Rebecca hadn’t realized that Luca had only pretended to be her boyfriend once because of a previous situation.
In an instant, the jealousy in her heart reached its peak.
Why?
Why would Arabella have a man like Luca?
He was already handsome.
He was already rich.
And now...
He wasn’t even driving a G-Class anymore.
He was driving a Ferrari.
The red supercar almost made Rebecca jealous enough to pull her own hair out.
’No.’
’I can’t give up.’
’I absolutely have to win him over.’
Fortunately, Luca didn’t seem to remember her.
That meant...
She might still have a chance.
Rebecca quickly thought things through and made up her mind.
A sweet smile appeared on her face.
At least, she believed it was sweet.
Then she leaned closer to the open window and asked in an innocent, curious tone:
"Hey, handsome, how much did you pay for your Ferrari?"
She blinked.
"I’ve been thinking about asking my family to buy me a supercar too."
Perhaps the old Luca would have genuinely believed she was simply curious about the car.
But after everything he’d experienced, his perspective had changed considerably.
How could he fail to see through her?
Rebecca was clearly fishing.
Using an innocent question to hide what she really wanted.
And there was another obvious problem.
Her clothes and handbag were a mixture of genuine and counterfeit luxury goods.
Most people might not have noticed.
Luca did.
With his current experience and eyesight, he could roughly judge a person’s actual financial situation with a single glance.
Someone with Rebecca’s apparent background asking her family to casually buy her a Ferrari?
Please.
Even Luca didn’t believe that.
Of course...
Maybe he was overthinking things.
But if she truly didn’t have the financial ability to buy one, then her intentions were fairly obvious.
Luca shook his head dismissively.
"I don’t know."
Rebecca blinked.
Luca continued.
"I’m not sure."
Her smile stiffened slightly.
Then he added the final line.
"I don’t understand."