Free My Italian Billionaire: A BWWM Italian Billionaire Romance by Cristina Grenier, Stacey Mills

Two, he didn't think she would take to that too kindly. At least he hoped she wouldn't, but his track record with women suggested he knew nothing when it came to finding a true woman, one who cared more about her man than his money.
    Maybe a true woman didn't exist in the world.
    Might as well wish I had two dicks.
    While he had plenty of good sex over the years, Megan kept things fresh. Most women, he got bored sooner or later. Would she be the same?
    It would probably be better to just tell her who he was. He'd seen the hope in her eyes when she'd thought it possible they might go to his place. Yes, he cared for her, already, but caring wasn't love.
    "Damn it, Father," he grumbled as he turned the corner.
    A passerby stared at him strangely, but Lucca didn't care.
    If only his father hadn't put that stupid stipulation in his will. If only his parents hadn't shown him what a marriage based on love looked like.
    God only knew he didn't equate sex with love. He knew some women did, but he never had that problem. A few of his old girlfriends had fancied themselves in love with him, and with the first, he had been flattered until it became quite clear her love had actually more of a paper or plastic quality to it. He'd even had to get a restraining order on her. The sad part? He had two other orders out on other women.
    Just can't learn from my mistakes.
    Which was why he was trying to be just an ordinary guy to Megan. Let her get to know him and his personality first and see if they could build something together.
    But can she really get to know me if she doesn't know that side of me? That was the question.
    His head was starting to hurt from just thinking about all of this.
    Now… what to do for the rest of the day? There was a meeting going on that afternoon he should attend, much as Mr. Valet would object, so he returned to the office. The elevator carried him up to the top floor and his father's office. It felt strange to walk inside it without his father's formidable figure sitting behind the grand desk, but no one would think to look for him here.
    Until the meeting started, he researched different catering companies. Finding testimonials that they hadn't picked for themselves turned into a time-sucking venture, and he didn't have any time to try and find chef or cook openings in the city for Megan, not if he wanted to get to the meeting on time.
    All meeting long, Lucca found himself thinking about Megan. There had to be something he could do, a means of helping her. What good was having all of this money if he couldn't use it to help those he cared about?
    As much as he hated himself for it, this last time when he had been with Megan, his father's stipulation kept springing to mind. He didn't want to have to feel pressure to find a wife. He wanted to enjoy his time with Megan. If she wasn't who he hoped she was, he at least wanted to have fun with her up until that point. Money did crazy things to people, mostly not good crazy things.
    Once the meeting concluded, Lucca tracked down Cindy. His secretary looked at him expectantly. "How can I help you, sir?"
    "I need you to make up a list of all of the four- and five-star restaurants within a twenty-block radius of this address." He jotted down Megan's address and handed it to her.
    "Restaurants, sir? Do you mean caterers?"
    "A second list for caterers, if you would," he said, "and you can widen that search to any business that would be willing to deliver their food here."
    For convenience purposes, they had their annual fundraiser here at the company, so that prospective investors could tour the building if they so wished.
    "Could I have the lists first thing in the morning?" he asked.
    "Of course. Anything else?"
    "That's all. Thank you, Cindy."
    She nodded and walked out.
    That settled, Lucca called several branches to ensure he knew of any problems or developments that had arisen since he last contacted them. Employees worked harder for a visible boss, even if he was