I just want to be loved

The real grey eyed hunk behind his mask

My name is Luca Castillo aged 23 and an only child. My father, who I was named after, died a year ago due to a heart attack and I was only left with my mother, Muriel Jones. My father was italian while my mother is American by nationality.

I was never close with my dad because he never had time for us, so while he was in Zambia, we stayed back in Italy. He was a very busy man and never had time for his family.

I only visited him when I was 20 because he said I needed to learn the strings of his businesses. I didn't want anything to do with business, my dream was to study aviation and become a pilot or any other training under aviation but that dream was shattered when he forced me into his business because I was his only heir.

I became colder than I was before and started partying harder. I did things uncalled for just to hurt other people. I thought that me showing my cold demeanor could hide my actual self.

Before going back to Italy, I did something unforgivable after going to a party. Girls tried to flirt with me but my eyes were on one girl. I don't remember her name but she was very beautiful and I needed to make her mine. She looked young maybe 16 but her body was a killer, caramel skin with her curly hair flowing to her back. She wore something simple, a black t-shirt tied at her navel and black spandex shorts.

She was the one hosting the party with her friend. I wondered how they were friends because her been quiet and shy, her friend was the exact opposite of that. I drunk a lot that night but I can still remember talking to her because I'm alcohol tolerant. I left immediately after that because what I did was unacceptable and unforgivable. I vowed never to return. The next day, I was out of Zambia back to my homeland. I couldn't afford to stay, if she got to see me and recognize me, I would get into trouble.

I got on with my life and I hit the club each and every single night, had different women in my bed every night but they were all once off. My mum would complain but I never listened to her as she wouldn't understand what I was going through and I had my reasons. Unfortunately, last year I was forced to come back to Zambia because my dad passed on and I was to take over his businesses.

Ever since I came back, I've been sleeping with random girls like I did back home. What can I say? Im irresistible and women fall to the ground to spend a night with me. I do them a favour and vice versa and in the end it's a win-win situation.

Last Saturday, I went to one of my clubs and while I was sitted at the VIP section. I saw someone who looked way too familiar but I couldn't remember where I saw her. She looked so beautiful in her black dress which complimented her caramel skin and it covered all the right curves . She had a big butt and I just couldn't stop looking at her. I sent one of my bodyguards to make sure no one approaches her because I wanted to make her mine. I watched her as she went to sit at the bar with her friend but later on her friend left her and went to the dance floor.

I went downstairs and as I approached her, people moved out of my way. She spared me a glance and went back to what she was doing. I took a seat next to hers as I tried to start a conversation with her because she seemed to be checking me out.

"Hi beautiful" I said as I looked at her face studying her features closely.

"H-hi" she stuttered

"What's your name?"

" Shayna but you can call me Shay, how about you?"

"Luca"

We continued talking about random things and she kept drinking shots of vodka and I knew she was in the right state I wanted her to be in because she didn't look like an easy catch.

I took her hand in mine and her small palm fit perfectly in mine. I took her to my room upstairs and told my bodyguards to take care of her friend.

When I was done f*****g her senselessly, the cold me returned " leave w***e" I told her harshly. She started crying and I felt sorry for her but I didn't want anything to do with her.

She wore her dress quickly and ran out of the room with tears flowing down her cheeks and I knew I had messed up because she was different from the rest and delicate.

When she left, I told my guards to bring me more vodka and I ended up sleeping with a real w***e this time and I later left to go home.

What's more suprising is that today is Sunday but I can't seem to forget about a certain caramel . I miss her sweet , soft and addictive lips, her bubbly butt and the way it felt when I squeezed it, those angelic eyes that seemed to be so pure. I sigh and I wonder why I keep thinking about her.

I call Amanda , she's the only one I've slept with more than once. I need her to make me forget about the caramel and I need my release.