Episode 1

Luka looked at him, contemptuous. He could still remember the voice of that man whose name he still didn't know. Leandro's face was complicated when he saw him. Luka knew why his gaze held so much reproach; after all, it was because of him that a business deal hadn't gone through, and even though it had been months ago, he still held a grudge. However, he didn't regret the decision he made that night. He wasn't going to sell himself or sleep with someone for the economic benefit of another person.

With documents in hand, he approached and placed them on the desk. Now he was nothing more than a mere secretary. The occasional kisses and flirtations, as well as the intentional touches, were over. Remembering Leandro's words, surely his interest in him had passed. Of course, he wasn't disappointed or surprised, he knew the life Leandro led, and if he were ever to be surprised, it would be because Leandro had left his lovers and focused on one person. But that would be like asking for pears from an elm tree.

After looking over the papers, Leandro signed them and handed them back. They didn't talk much these days, and he was grateful for it. He was focused on his studies so he could get into college. He didn't even have time to think about those stupid feelings he had.

Leandro had gone back to the way he was before. He went out almost every night with a different person, of course, he was the one who had to arrange those dates.

"Luka." Leandro called from the doorway. Luka, who had a desk to the side of that office, looked up and met his gaze. "Call Dylan, we'll meet at the same place tonight."

Luka nodded, without a trace of sadness on his face. Dylan Maxwell was an American boy Leandro had met while on a business trip. He was blond with dark green eyes, with little freckles adorning his face and curly eyelashes. Undoubtedly, someone beautiful to admire.

Leandro didn't talk much about his lovers, to him, they were simply passing through, however, when he met Dylan Maxwell again, he seemed to have changed. Maybe, even among lovers, there were levels. Luka didn't understand much about it, nor did he want to. He realized that he was, in fact, a one hundred percent monogamous person, and could never go back and forth with anyone. But that rule didn't apply to his boss.

He had heard, from Leandro himself, that he had met Dylan years ago. After leaving the United States, he had not been in contact with him again until he ran into him at a bar a couple of weeks ago. They had met, and he thought it would end there. To his surprise, today he had asked for a new meeting.

Leandro stood there, waiting for news from Dylan. Luka, with his boss's gaze upon him, dialed the number and waited a moment before it connected. Upon stating his name and position, as well as the reason for the call, a shriek of excitement from the other side deafened him, even causing him to pull the phone away from his ear for a few seconds. Afterward, the call ended.

"Well?" Leandro tilted his head as he waited for a response.

"He'll go," he said. "He sounds very excited," Luka replied.

The mobster stared at the boy for a minute. Luka could only feign a smile, wishing he would leave. Who knows what he expected, but after another half a minute, Leandro turned and snorted in frustration before entering his office. Only then could Luka mutter curses under his breath.

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Luka gazed at the massive building that towered before his eyes. It was the most famous five-star hotel in the city. He had booked the suite with the hot tub and jacuzzi. He ordered the best champagne, had them put sunflower petals everywhere (they were Dylan's favorite).

"Impressed?" Leandro's voice sent shivers down his spine. He moved a few steps away from him. He had been avoiding him for days, and it seemed that Leandro no longer had the same intentions with him, although from time to time, the man got closer than usual.

"A little," he replied.

Leandro examined him with those sharp eyes that Luka liked so much. His gaze traveled from head to toe over the boy, but he couldn't notice anything strange about him. After looking at him for half a minute, his eyes settled on his pink lips. The perfect width and an enviable shape. The desire to kiss them and bite them until they bled, flared up like a small flame that grew the more he watched. He had to look away, or the next second he would have been kissing him.

Without a word, he began to walk towards the imposing hotel. Luka followed him at a safe distance, the least he wanted to cause was misunderstandings between Dylan Maxwell and Leandro.

He could still remember the pain in his cheek the first time they met.

On that occasion (which was just after the reunion between his boss and the American), Luka was arranging some papers at Leandro's house. He, as personal secretary, was obliged to go when requested. That day, like many others, Leandro asked him to come over to go over some business matters. Luka arrived early and began reviewing the casino's accounts, supposedly the manager was embezzling funds.

He spent half a day with his eyes glued to the computer and sheets with endless rows of numbers. His head ached and his eyes were tired. Even the glasses were useless to him. He felt that at any moment he would throw everything away and run out of there.

"So?" Leandro sat down next to him and grabbed one of the sheets. Luka leaned back on his knees and let out a long, heavy sigh.

"This is a mess," he said, sat up and grabbed the computer and began to slide his finger to show him the accounts. "How long has it been since you supervised this?"

"I don't know. I have so many businesses, and money involved, that I can't personally take care of everything." Luka didn't know if he was complaining or bragging. He rolled his eyes and continued to show him the accounts. Although he didn't have a college degree, he was always good at his studies, and even better at math.

Since he started working with David, he started to learn about administration and accounting, which made his work easier. He continued working under Leandro's watchful eye. Although he didn't care much anymore, he still felt uncomfortable. He decided to concentrate on the numbers and ignore his boss's not-so-subtle gaze.

"Are you hungry? You've been working for more than half a day." Leandro stood up and grabbed his cell phone. "I'm going to order something, what do you want?"

"Whatever is fine," he replied without looking up from the computer.

Leandro smiled. The blue light from the computer was reflected in Luka's eyes and the glasses gave him a handsome look. It was a shame he couldn't get close to him anymore.

Half an hour passed and the doorbell of the apartment rang twice. Luka glanced sideways at his boss, Leandro was away on a call. The doorbell rang again and he had to get up. He walked reluctantly to the door, however, he was not met by the delivery man.

"Who are you?" The boy's arrogant voice and contemptuous look made him raise his eyebrows.

"That's what I was going to ask you, you're not a delivery boy." Luka crossed his arms and bent one knee.

"What are you doing here? This is my boyfriend's apartment, Leandro Bernocchi." Luka tasted bitterness in his mouth. He had met countless partners of Leandro's. He had a list of each and every person who passed through his boss's bed, one for every day of the year, but none had dared to go there.

"Boyfriend?" Luka almost laughed. "All of Leandro's lovers are just that, bed lovers, one or two nights, you won't get past that. You're just like everyone else."

He didn't even see him coming, but by the time he realized it, the boy's palm had slammed into his face. The slap was so strong that it managed to draw a trickle of blood. Luka clenched his fists, and just as he was about to return the blow, his hand was grabbed from behind.

"Let go of me!" he shouted angrily. His eyes were bloodshot with rage, but Leandro didn't care in the least.

"Go away, Luka." His cold voice chilled his blood.

"But he..."

"I said go away," Leandro interrupted instantly. Still holding Luka's wrist, he dragged him to collect his things and then led him outside, without waiting for Luka to say anything, he slammed the door in his face.

Just remembering that made his skin crawl. Dylan seemed to be very important to Leandro, it was best to stay away from that jerk, or he would end up breaking his face.

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