I Am The Luna

SEBASTIAN. I hear her heart rate change and I put the file down, concern flitting through me.

“Zaia?” I get off the bed, ignoring the pain in my body and make my way across the room. I enter the bathroom to see her standing there in a tiny nightdress… She looks damn fine, and it drives me nuts, but I force myself to look up, spotting the imprint in the steamed-up mirror.

My eyes flash, and I look around the mirror. Who put that there? “How did that get there?” She asks quietly.

“It wasn’t me,” I say, trying to calm a her by attempting to lighten the situation. She’s been through a lot and is weighed down by so much. I don’t want this to just get her more worked up. My words do the job, and she tilts her head and gives me a look.

“Of course, it wasn’t you. You have sausage fingers! There’s no way you could have drawn that,” she says, her gown slipping through her fingers. It falls to the floor, and it’s obvious by the fact she doesn’t notice that it’s shaken her.

“Unless, of course, I used something to make it,” I state lightly. “This is no big ‘I deal.” She raises an eyebrow sceptically but nods as she looks back at the mirror. The end is near…

Those words feel ominous…

“Ok sausage fingers, maybe I am overreacting,” she sighs.

“Sausage fingers? Speaking of fingers…. you never seemed to have an issue with them when they’re buried deep inside of you…” I purr as I step up behind her and wrap my arms around her, under her breasts, trapping her arms by her side. “Bastien, stop it,” she says, despite not fighting me at all.

I look back at the mirror, our steamed- up reflection marred by the symbol drawn upon it by someone who has access to this home… but why would they be stupid enough to do that? Or are they playing a game of reverse psychology? So that no one would think they’d do it from within…

I tilt my head, calculatingly. Or they are trying to frame someone else… “Someone’s messing with you,” I say, giving her a slight squeeze.

She closes her eyes. “I know… and I no longer know who or what to believe, Sebastian… I’ve learned things today that have messed with my mind and made me question my support system and everything I’ve ever stood for. The stability of those in whom I trust is failing.” She murmurs heavily.

frown. She went after her father… what did she learn that had made her feel like this? “What happened?” I ask;

of her, I place my hand on the small of her back and guide

down on the bed and running her fingers through her wet locks. She’s leaning forward, giving me an excellent eyeful of her boobs as

the view. She doesn’t respond, and I

“Sorry… I just…”

down on the bed beside her, facing her, one leg bent up on the bed, the other on the ground as I reach over, taking

up at me and I now notice her swollen eyes. It’s not just

head, “I don’t know, I can’t say anything but… according to Dad; Mom cheated on him with his

but Mom- Mom wouldn’t cheat, heck she was so against you cheating. She has been heartbroken about Dad having a mistress all her

Hugh? Zaia’s in denial, but why does it not

story has more than one side, but it’s not that hard for a cheater to feel cheated. It hits differently when you’re

in her Morge eyes, but she knows there

things that made her do what she did. Being drunk,

and she closes her eyes as she nods her head

your ever heard about him, like has your family ever mentioned him? Because as far as I know, Dad’s claim as

Adam…

would possibly know him, but with your dad being every

She nods, planting her face in

plan…” she says, lifting her head. “Oh? I’m all yours. Tell me what needs

respond. She smiles wryly. “Only a fool would make blind promises.” “Wrong, only

her mother. It sounds pretty straightforward and I’m sure we’ll get a reaction… and if she’s such a good actress; I

saw her mother, it wasn’t just blind guessing on his behalf. I don’t trust anyone… and Melanie has always rubbed me the wrong way

Zaia… her being

threatened to back off or something would happen to Zaia, but what if

at Zaia. I can’t share those thoughts with her, it would only upset

She nods.

we will… So, you should go

nipples against the satin fabric of her top. “Or I could help you relax a little? I could put these fingers to use?” I suggest

and the front of my pants and I can’t help but feel a little cocky. Oh, I have such a pull

a brow. “What is going on in that mind of yours, Little Fox… I was thinking about a massage, nothing more.” I count making her

sure you did!” she scoffs in disbelief, crossing her arms. Leaning forward, I grip the back of her

I mean, if I were to offer to pleasure you …I would suggest using my tongue, not my fingers.”

my gaze, her eyes dipping to my lips. The sound of

want to kiss her, to ravish her, to rip apart all these barriers between us and

yank her closer when she sighs and gently pushes me

my chest making her yelp, but I

we need you at your best too.” I say, brushing her gorgeous red locks over her shoulder and placing my hands on her shoulders.