Moonstruck by You

"I choose her." Lucas declared.The entire room halted, absolutely astounded by the sudden declaration of the young heir. "You choose who?" Mrs Camilla Rogers stood from her chair, eyes wide with fury and disbelief. "I choose the servant." He declared again, his eyes unwavering and fixated upon the girl. Hazel squirmed uncomfortably under his gaze, her hands shaking, almost rattling the silver tray in her hands. It was clear she too was baffled, if not outraged by his declaration. But all she did was quiver timidly.Mr Rogers stood abruptly from his seat, almost tumbling with anger. "What do you mean you choose her? She is a servant! This is not what we agreed to! You are supposed to be engaged to our daughter!" Lucas turned to him, his face devoid of any emotion and his dark eyes stern yet calm. "I have changed my mind, Mr. Rogers, call off the engagement." "But... But she is just a mere servant." Alva cried out, "how can you choose her?"Lucas gave no answer as he rose from his

"What are you not telling me Hazel?" The mistress demanded, glaring daggers at Hazel. She remained kneeling on the floor, shuddering under the angry glare of her madame. "Nothing ma'am, I am hiding nothing from you, I have no idea why he chose me." She pleaded. How was she to know? She had never seen Mr Rossi before today nor had she spoken to him prior to the incident where she bumped into him. She too was too baffled and bewildered by his picking of her. Over Alva! He must be insane, not only had he caused chaos in the household now, but he had also endangered her job, and possibly her life."Lies." She hissed, sending a harsh slap across her face. Hazel whimpered, the sting rang through her, causing her to cup her cheeks and wince. "I am not lying." She cried, "please believe me ma'am."But she wouldn't listen to her one bit, she was too blinded by her fit of rage. She would not allow her daughter's reputation be destroyed by this stupid maid. All the announcements that had been

Hazel stood, unsure how to feel as she waited for Lucas Rossi to come see her. Her heart pounded continuously beneath her chest. She had been led to a beautiful lounge room where she was to wait for the devil himself. Hazel fiddled with her fingers as she continued to wait for him, the few minutes past felt like several hours in her anxious state. She begun to admire the intricate objects around her when she heard the unmistakable sound of footsteps behind her. Hazel spun on her feet, her heart skipping a beat or two, and without a doubt, Lucas Rossi in his dark suit and bright grey eyes, stared right back at her.The man was truly everything romance writers imagined and more, a perfectly cut jawline, confident, beautiful eyes and he stood over a foot and a half above her. She was nervous, and from the small upward curve of his lips, she could tell, that strangely, he knew he was having an effect on her.He tucked his hands into his pockets, and she fiddled with her fingers. This was

Lucas RossiLucas Rossi sat like a king on a throne in the comfort of his house office, slowly spinning back and forth on his leather black seat. A laptop sat on the table in front of him, a picture of the heiress he was supposed to be married to was sprawn across it's screen. The headline was of course rash as always. Billionaire CEO, Lucas Rossi allegedly calls off engagement to celebrity heiress, Alva Rogers. He didn't intend to read further than that, he had no idea how that scandal spun anyway. He didn't intend for the news to be disclosed anytime soon at all, he even expected the Rogers would simply keep silent on the matter for the mean time.A knock came on the door, interrupting his thoughts."Come in." He grumbled weakly. The door creaked open, and Luke walked in, looking as handsome as a carved image in his dark suit. "I have got bad news Lucas."Luke was an age old friend of Lucas', a personal advisor among all things at that. His position in Lucas' life was very impor

Lucas Rossi"You aren't drinking anything." Luke commented, watching his friend sit quietly in the club. The loud music resonated all around them, the dim lights reflecting upon their faces and lots of bodies gyrating on the floor below them. They remained seated up at the VIP section, staring down at the full floor, where people were so many it was hard to squeeze through without sharing a bit of sweat in an attempt to get past."How would you make me bring you to the club and yet you refuse to drink?" Luke continued to ask a silent Luca. He did not say a word in return, his grey eyes continued to scan the ground below them. His form tense and rigid, eyes dull and sunken, it was not hard for his friend to see he was truly in unspoken distress."Fine, pour me a glass then." He muttered after a long pause.Luke smiled in cruel satisfaction. Lifting his glass up to his friend, he replied. "That's better. You aren't thinking about the servant again are you?" With squinted eyes he glare