De Luca

The bell above the entrance door rung, indicating someone had walked in.

"We're closed," I called as I swung my head around to face the door.

I froze when I saw a tall tan handsome man dressed in an all-black suit standing by the entrance, power and dominance radiating off of him. I closed my mouth quickly when I realised I was staring with my mouth agape.

"I was just wondering where Mr Santiago is?" He asked, an Italian accent lacing his voice.

I stared at him for a few a seconds needing time to process that this Italian god was actually standing in front of me, before getting a hold of myself and answering him.

Status: Completed

Owner: dramaqueent1