The car that waited for us outside the lounge is a sleek black Aston Martin. It was exactly the kind of car a man like Luca Basco would have.
Luca went to open my door and I followed behind him still gawking at his car.
“When you said the club was among other things you owned... what did you mean by that?” I asked, sliding into the plush leather seat. It still smelled like a new car with the added bonus of Luca... the smell of him becoming my favorite. I don’t know what it was. Did he shower at least three or four times a day and bathe in milk from a golden cow? My parents were wealthy-wealthy but not even with their mountains of money used to make them look beautiful and smell beautiful, could make them smell as good as Luca.
He motioned around the place. “It’s not so much as I own
