Abandoned Luna Now Untouchable (Cecilia) novel Chapter 158

Chapter 158: Chapter 158 Morning After

Cecilia’s pov

Six a.m.

My mind was foggy, caught between the remnants of a dream and the reality of morning..

I blinked into the early morning light, not quite ready to deal with... reality.

My hand shifted lazily, fingers brushing against warm, smooth skin - firm, male.

My leg was tangled over something solid. Correction: someone solid.

And the second I tried to move, my entire body protested.

A low, involuntary groan slipped from my throat.

Oh. Right.

Memory came rushing back like a tidal wave - hot, wild, and absolutely unfiltered.

I’d had a "preview" last time, sure. But last night? That was the full cinematic experience in IMAX 4D - and I was wrecked.

Even my most expensive toy in my drawer couldn’t compare. Hell, they weren’t even in the same universe.

Sebastian had zero chill. No mercy. No brakes.

Harper always joked that, in the end, it didn’t matter - someone was eating someone.

Yeah, no. That was total bullshit.

When a lion tore into a gazelle and drained it dry, the gazelle wasn’t exactly contributing to the experience.

Lost in the wreckage of my own thoughts, I froze when I heard footsteps in the hall.

Shit.

My eyes flew open. Heart pounding.

I moved slowly, prying my leg off Sebastian’s hips like I was defusing a live bomb.

He didn’t stir. Just lay there like the smug, gorgeous menace he was, lips parted in sleep, chest still marked with the evidence of our enthusiasm.

I sat up, wincing as my muscles screamed in protest.

My thighs were trembling. My dignity? Already limping out the door.

I reached for his robe on the floor and wrapped it around myself like armor.

The scent of him clung to the fabric, clean, masculine but dangerous.

One glance back at the bed and I winced. The sheets were a disaster.

His chest was scratched to hell - my handiwork.

The kind of damage I left when I threw every last bit of caution to the wind.

Awesome. Just awesome.

Nighttime Cecilia was a reckless bitch. Daylight Cecilia? She was the one who had to clean up the mess.

I needed to escape before he woke up. He’d said it himself - no need for responsibility!

I crept to the door, listening for any sounds outside.

When silence fell, I opened it just a crack, peering out to make sure the coast was clear. Confirming that Liam wasn’t around, I slipped out.

I swear I’ve never walked a more nerve-wracking path in my life.

Each step was taken with the fear that Liam might suddenly appear, and I couldn’t imagine how awkward that encounter would be.

I would stop every few feet to scan my surroundings, already dizzy and weak-legged from the night’s activities, now with added anxiety.

By the time I reached the foyer, I was practically collapsing.

I didn’t dare take the elevator - who knew which neighbors might be leaving at this hour? What if that psycho from the 20th floor had also decided to spend the night here?

Shaking my head, I chose the stairs.

I stared at the phone in his hand, feeling my composed expression crumble as my face turned the color of a ripe tomato.

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By nine o’clock, I’d been sitting in my office for a full hour.

After the mortifying encounter with Liam, I’d gone straight downstairs, driven out of the complex, and arrived at work embarrassingly early.

My emotions were a tangled mess. Extremely tangled.

Any minute now, Sebastian and Beta Sawyer would arrive.

I needed to act natural, greet them normally, and pretend nothing had changed.

"Good morning, ," I practiced under my breath.

When Sebastian finally appeared, his eyes found mine immediately.

I managed my rehearsed greeting.

"Good morning, Boss."

Sebastian looked at me steadily, nodded. "Yes, you certainly are early today."

With that and a slight smile, he walked into his office.

I stood frozen for several seconds.

"That was an interesting greeting from the boss," Beta Sawyer commented with a grin.

Then, leaning in like he was about to spill the juiciest drama of the week, he whispered, "You should’ve seen it - Liam totally lost it this morning. He loaded the Alpha’s breakfast with every kind of testosterone booster he could find."

Beta Sawyer seemed thoroughly amused by this.

I, on the other hand, wanted to sink through the floor.

"Shut up," I muttered to myself, burying my face in a folder as Beta Sawyer looked at me strangely.