I Am The Luna

An Impulsive Moment

SEBASTIAN. One week later and we are finally at the long -awaited business meeting. Through the large windows, I can see the snow covered mountains in the distance. This place is beautiful, but not as beautiful as the sassy redhead sitting before me.

Seated around an oval table as everyone here gets their chance to show what they have to offer. There are only five companies that have made it this far and, of course, I pushed my way in with my reputation alone.

But I’m only here for Zaia, however, I’m glad I came, because I wasn’t expecting the Harrison heir to be here…

He had a rather poor reputation tainted with accusations of assault, possession and supplying drugs and for his party going sideways. Kyle Harrison is a man in his mid-twenties.

It’s obvious his father brought him here in an attempt to show him the ropes of the business, but it’s not fucking working. He looks bored and tired and wasn’t even hiding it until Zaia stepped through the doors and now he has his eyes glued on her.

“Thank you, Mr Oscar.” The Client, Mr Keith Harrison, a billionaire with several strings of businesses beneath him, says. There are only three companies left to give their presentations.

One is the sleazy bastard seated not far from me who has his eyes stuck on Zaia’s breasts and it’s fucking pissing me off… but he isn’t as obvious as Kyle Harrison. Then, there’s the Toussaints, and the Kings left to give our presentations.

on the opposite side of the table and a little down from me. She’s wearing a soft blush blouse which is 2/12 tucked into her high white

outline of her bra beneath her shirt that’s ever so slightly sheer. The hint of

put up in a sophisticated bun, with small earrings and the entire dirty fantasy about fucking her on this very table is made worse by the pair of glasses she’s wearing. A fashion statement, but one

right now, but she’s mine, not theirs. “Ms Toussaint,” Keith says,

Harrisons are humans, and proof that humans age faster is clear from the man. who is probably around the same age as my own father. “Thank you, Mr Harrison.” She

up and my eyes dip to her perky peach of an ass as she makes her way to the front of the table. Unable to deny that the way it moves only sends a strong wave of pleasure through me. Now that’s the only kind of peach I want to

women in the room and although I know she’s an excellent businesswoman, she looks far too fucking gorgeous

to the point as she delivers the Toussaint’s plan if

job. Her approach is new, different and definitely very efficient. But I also realise that regardless of how good her business strategy is, the younger Harrison will give her the

lusting over her, and it’s obvious that his father is simply happy he’s taking an interest in the job. Not realising he’s more

didn’t mean so much to Zaia, I would have intervened, but instead, I sit here, trying to contain my rage as Kyle Harrison eye-fucks her as he watches her speak. Keith

through her presentation, pointing out some factors on her slide when I see his hand slip under the table and I realise exactly what the fuck he’s doing, he’s touching himself, getting off at the sight

but I’m not fucking stupid. I look away, my heart racing in anger, not even

Keith asks, “Are

but the bastard is looking at me. He’s

through gritted teeth. “Well do continue Ms Toussaint, we will take a short break after your presentation,” Keith says with

Thank you, Mr Harrison.” Zaia says. She glances at me, concern in her eyes before she turns back

I know of. It is Keith Harrison who handles all business deals. I was not expecting him here or in any way involved with the business. I

losing my shit and when I

Daniel, my assistant, asks, “Yeah,” I growl. “Get out.” I’m about to turn

you see her ass? Who wants to bet I’ll have her by the end of this week?” Kyle’s fucking voice comes, and I know exactly who he was talking about. “I think by the end of the day, redheads are

lose your shit,

Walk.

blazing as I make my way over to the door, but it’s his next words that

for anal? Who cares? I like to surprise them, and by then it’s too damn late!” He asks them, before bursting