I Am The Luna

Chapter 39

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.

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

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

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

she’s mine, not theirs. “Ms Toussaint,” Keith says, smiling at her. The corners

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 responds. softly, yet clearly, gathering up her

She stands 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

in the room and although I know she’s an excellent businesswoman,

point as she delivers the Toussaint’s

I also realise that regardless of how good her business strategy is, the

that his father is simply happy he’s taking an interest in the job. Not realising he’s more

I sit here, trying to contain my rage as Kyle

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,

I look away, my

Keith asks,

Everyone but the bastard is looking at me. He’s too busy looking at Zaia and

we will take a short break after your presentation,” Keith says

glances at me, concern in her eyes before she turns back to the

something I know of. It is Keith Harrison who handles all

meeting without losing my shit and when I get to the bathroom; I splash water on

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

and I know exactly who he was talking about. “I think by the end of the day, redheads are said to

your shit,

Walk.

my way over to the door, but it’s his next words that snap the last

cares? I like to surprise them, and

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