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The Luna Choosing Game by Jane Above Story novel Chapter 3

 

 

 

It had been three days since Boss made his proposition: either I sleep with him or I get fired.

 

 

I needed one more day’s pay to cover Elva’s most recent bill. Once I had that, I could resign and hopefully find something else.

 

 

Boss trailed his eyes down the length of my b*dy. Staring openly at my breasts, he licked his l*ps. “Don’t think I won’t, Piper. I’ll be waiting for you.”

 

 

 

 

 

In the restaurant, all of the female patrons talked excitedly about the selection. To cater to them, Boss turned all of the televisions on the walls to the royal consort ceremony broadcast.

 

 

“Which one do you think is the most handsome?” asked one patron to her friends.

 

 

They’d ordered a plate of loaded nachos to share. I carefully placed it in the center of their table.

 

 

Another girl spoke quickly. “Are you kidding? The others are cute, sure, but Nicholas is obviously the hottest.”

 

 

The other girls quickly agreed.

 

 

Startled, I hovered at their table. They were right, of course. Nicholas was the most objectively attractive, but to hear people talk about him so casually still surprised me.

 

 

For three days, I’d tried to reconcile in my mind that the Nicholas I had known was also the eldest prince of the kingdom. But I still couldn’t quite manage it.

 

 

Nicholas had always been proper. But a prince?

 

 

“Piper, is it?” one of the girls at the table asked me. I jumped, realizing I was still standing there. Yet before I could apologize, she asked me, “Which one do you think is the most handsome?”

 

 

“Nicholas,” came my automatic answer. “Excuse me.”

 

 

Embarrassed at having been caught daydreaming, I forced myself to focus on work. And I succeeded – until I heard Nicholas’ voice come from the speakers.

 

 

“The kind of woman I’d prefer?” Nicholas said. “Someone loyal. Strong. Even tempered. And she has to like to children.”

 

 

“Check, check, and check,” came a voice from the table of girls. “He’s describing me! It’s meant to be.”

 

 

“Dream on. He’s clearly describing me.”

 

 

“You don’t even like kids!”

 

 

“Yeah, well, we’ll see which of us make it through the preliminary selection. Then you’ll see!”

 

 

The screen showed the interviewer. “Children, hm? Does that mean we can expect you to have a big family, Prince Nicholas?”

 

 

The camera panned back to Nicholas. He gave a small smile, but his eyes were guarded. “It’s my duty as a prince to continue the lineage. But, yes, I’d like to have a large family.”

 

 

The girls squealed in delight. “He’d make such a good father!”

 

 

Nicholas glanced at the camera, and for a moment, it seemed as if he was staring straight through it. I froze in place, like he could see me.

 

 

My heart ached.

 

 

He glanced off to the side again, looking at the interviewer, and immediately, I felt foolish. Of course, he couldn’t see me.

 

 

He probably hadn’t thought of me at all since the breakup.

 

 

I pressed my hand over my heart, hoping to soothe away the touch of pain there.

 

 

What was wrong with me? We hadn’t seen each other in three years. I couldn’t still be hung up on him. Sure, I hadn’t dated anyone else since, but that didn’t mean anything. I’d been too busy to date.

 

 

I wasn’t lonely. I had Elva, and I had Anna. I didn’t need romance to be content.

 

 

A bell dinged in the kitchen, signaling a meal was ready. I went back to retrieve it. When I returned to the dining room, Nicholas was still on the screen, but speaking on an entirely different topic.

 

 

“The underground market is something that the royal family is investigating with the utmost seriousness. This illegal trade of wolves and their gifts is dangerous for every person in the kingdom.”

 

 

I dropped the plate of food in my hand.

 

 

The restaurant silenced at once, all eyes on me.

 

 

Nicholas continued, “The weakening of any one wolf, weakens the whole pack. We cannot let that go unpunished.”

 

 

“Piper,” one of the other waitresses hissed at me, waking me from my stupor.

 

 

I stood among ceramic shards and ruined food. “I’m sorry.” I quickly set to cleaning it. As I did, I cursed myself so loudly in my thoughts, I couldn’t hear any more of Nicholas’ interview.

 

 

 

 

 

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