I have been on cloud nine since the charity event. I couldn’t help replaying the kiss over and over in my head.
The gala was on Saturday and on Monday, Claire and I had to go for a business trip to Japan but that didn’t stop me from thinking about Sebastian.
I wanted to share it with Claire. Tell her how amazing it was. Damn it, I wanted to shout it from the rooftops.
I honestly can’t believe he kissed me. Yes it was because of the paparazzi but that didn’t matter.
There had been a certain unquenchable hunger in his kiss and I wanted more of that. More of his lips on mine.
I have never been kissed like that. Never with such hunger and fire. I know it’s wrong to compare Sebastian and Darren but I can’t help it.
I thought Darren’s kisses were the best in the world but I had been wrong. Now that I have been kissed by Sebastian, I know Darren’s were stale. They lacked passion. They lacked fire.
“What do you think?” Claire asks me.
“Huh?”
Today was Thursday and we were on our way back home. I was excited to see Sebastian and the kids.
“I asked if we can get lunch once we land. I missed breakfast” she repeats.
“Yeah sure. I wouldn’t mind eating before going home” I answer her.
We settle back into silence. We were only an hour away and with each second my excitement grew. I’ve spoken to Jax and Krystal every night. Sebastian not so much.
I know he is busy. Especially with the recent death, but I couldn’t help but feel a pang of longing in my gut. Maybe once the case was solved we would have time to bond more.
“You’ve fallen hard” Blue says in a chuckle.
“Shut up. I’ve not fallen for him. It’s just sexual attraction” I snarl.
As if I would ever fall in love again. Darren made sure that my heart would forever be too broken to ever love again. What I felt for Sebastian was pure lust.
“Continue lying to yourself. You’re falling for him and you’re falling fast”
I reply in irritation. “It’s not possible to fall in love with someone over the span of a few months”
I have been with Sebastian for less than five months. That’s just not enough time to learn about him and fall in love.
“When have I ever been wrong?” she asks me.
I think back and unfortunately she is never wrong. “You’re wrong this time. I can assure you that”
“Is that why you almost melted into a puddle when he kissed us?” she asks sarcastically.
I sigh in frustration. “I just told you that it was lust. Why won’t you just let the freaking issue go? It is pure undiluted lust period.”
“Fine but I can’t wait to tell you ‘I told you so” she says before shutting herself off.
Must she always have the last say? It is always so freaking annoying when she does that.
I turn to Claire only to find her with her eyes closed. I swear Claire could sleep anywhere, something that I usually find hard to do.
I go through my emails. Answering those that I wasn’t able to. I also email Sheryl and ask her to send me my schedule for next week. I like being a step ahead.
Since tomorrow was Friday and we had just come from this trip. Claire and I decided that none of us would go to work. Just because we traveled business class, doesn’t mean we don’t get jetlag.
By the time I was done answering my emails we had landed. We get out and hail a cab. We packed light, so we didn’t have a lot to carry.
We stop by our favorite restaurant. Thankfully it wasn’t crowded and we were immediately seated. We order and wait for it to be prepared.
“So have you tried the vibrator yet?” Claire asks out of the blue.
“You ask the weirdest questions at the weirdest time” I say in reply.
I couldn’t understand why she was asking about vibrators when we should be focusing on food. But then again that’s just Claire for you.
None of our business partners would ever guess that she was weird as hell. I liked her that way though. Normal is so overrated.
“That’s not an answer.” She points out.
“Just once, on the day we bought them. With everything that happened later on, I haven’t gotten the time to use it”
She nods. “That’s understandable. I tried it and it was the shit. So glad I bought it”
I laugh at that. Remembering how she was first against the whole idea when I dragged them into the store.
“So any news on the killings?” she asks, leaning into the table and changing the subject.
I shake my head. “I haven’t heard anything from Sebastian. The killer is still at large and they can’t seem to find any clue or lead”
“I heard that the are pretty gruesome”
“Yeah. I saw some pictures of the victims and it was horrible” I cringe remembering the mangled bodies.
From there our conversation is more casual. Our food arrives and we dig in. By the time we were done, I was so full that I doubted that I could even walk.
“I need to use the washroom. You coming?” I ask her after a while. I really needed to pee.
She shakes her head and I stand up and head to the washroom. I get there and enter one of the stalls that was empty.
I was in the middle of doing my business when the door to the washroom opens.
I groan when I smell Miranda’s scent. She was with another woman. Her scent was sort of familiar but I couldn’t place it.
I finish my business and get out. I find them waiting for me. Their arms folded across their chest.
Michelle, the bitch that had run her mouth after my mating ceremony was the other woman.
No wonder her scent was familiar. It looked like they were now besties or something.
“Look at what the cat dragged in?” Miranda begins to taunt me.
I turn and begin washing my hand. “Shouldn’t I be the one saying that?” I asks calmly.
“You think you’re something now that you have Sebastian don’t you?” she continues.
I turn to face them, leaning on the counter.
“And you’re nothing now that you don’t have him” I retort. “Is there something meaningful you wanted to say or are you just going to waste my time?”
They both look at me in surprise but don’t say anything. I sigh and start to leave. I was going past them when Miranda grabs my hair and yanks it.
“We are going to teach you a lesson on taking what’s not yours” Michelle says menacingly right before she slaps me. Hard.
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: The Alpha and His Contract Luna (Lauren)
Did a teenager write this? I wanted to like it but it’s overly dramatic and the character arc is non-existent....
I don't think the the plot for krystals book is something I would like to dark. I would had thought Krystal and something with Jax would have been a better plot....
Finally I'm fucking done author please research heavy topics extensively before writing about them again. When you don’t you often end up victim blaming alot...
I don't even feel sad about Raya fuck her there’s allot of things that trauma is responsible for and letting the people you love die while you enjoy watching isn’t fucking one of them like the authors writing when it comes to these topics are fucking piss fucking put like the victim blaming the dismissal of valid feelings the excuses for the people who hurt her like eww don’t ever touch on subjects like these until you’ve done the appropriate extensive research on these topics. Then ill read your works that touch on these subjects again. The only reason I’m still here is cause ive already started the story....
I knew the goddamn therapist was a fucking weirdo...
Again the therapist is incorrectly saying what’s going on. If Raya took the empirical trauma it’d be Raya that she’d be talking to. Mayra took the emotional AND physical trauma of what’s going on and both Raya and Mayra are experiencing shared mental effects of that trauma with Raya experiencing the effects on the more angered and blaming side. None of this makes Mayra a terrible companion it actually makes Raya a terrible companion if you want to place blame....
Bruh can’t she just get the moon goddess to like give her a new wolf or remove her from the one she got ? She gone be human either fucking way with the way that bitch of a wolf be acting...
The therapist is fixing weird like she was doing so good till she fucking invalidated Mayra’s feelings towards her baby that was forced upon her by her realist that popped up before she was even done healing like what ? Its normal for victims to feel that way towards a rapper baby and what the therapist should have fucking said was yeah Mayra it’s normal to feel that way you’re still haunted by your rapport and haven’t yet healed and it doesn’t help that your daughter looks like him once healed you could make a decision on whether you want to be in her life as her mother or give her up for adoption it’s all up to you but for now you need to focus on healing before attempting to mother a child who looks like your rapist. In the meantime have your child stay with a trusted person so that you can heal and make the correct decision for yourself as a healed woman. But no the therapist says try loving her and being a mother to your rapists child right now even if you haven’t healed yet. Like huh ? You’re fucking weird and the author is weird for this as well. Maybe before writing about a touchy subject please do more research In terms of how to go about the aftermath of trauma and healing because this invalidated a lot of rape victims who hated their children before healing and coming to love and care for them without blame....
We’ll do e. I enjoyed every moment....
Danke :)...