The Luna Choosing Game

Chapter 0219

“I’ve told the guards everything I know,” Lilliana said. “They’ll be watching you. Joseph himself just assured me of it.”

I shook my head. I had no idea what she was up to this time, but I was tired of the schemes and lies. How many manipulative games would I have to endure during this competition? Every day, it felt like a new threat was emerging, oftentimes trivial, and I grew tired of dealing with it.

Especially when more pressing, life–threatening issues were just around the corner.

I had no patience for whatever new game Lilliana had concocted. Plus, when I looked at her, my anger spiked. I recognized the shade of lipstick she wore as the same that had marked Nicholas’s lips.

Nicholas had said it hadn’t meant anything. I wondered if the same was true for Lilliana…

“I don’t know what you are talking about,” I said.

“You can play dumb all you want,” Lilliana said. “We’ll let Joseph sort out all the truth. But no one is

buying your bullshit anymore, Piper.”

I blinked, surprised by her break of character. Since when did Lilliana swear?

As I watched her, open mouthed, she swiveled on her heel and stormed away. She pushed straight past

Susie, who had just started to emerge into the hallway.

“What was that about?” Susie asked me.

I didn’t exactly know how to answer, because truthfully I had no idea. “Same old drama,” I said, because

that at least, seemed to be the nature of it.

Yet even so, I felt a chill run up my spine. I felt like someone was watching me.

I glanced behind me quickly, but no one was there.

After last night, I had felt more on edge than ever before.

Was this feeling just my imagination?

That afternoon I met Nicholas in the gym for more self–defense exercises. We utilized the mats this

time, and took turns throwing each other down to the ground. I was thrown much more than I threw, but I felt like I was starting to get the hang of it a little at least.

began to pop up in my head. Joseph, as a traditionalist, already hated my presence in the palace. I knew

they might conspire some type of false charge against me, to have me

this time, and

to be grappling, but in that moment, Nicholas easily toppled me onto

mat.

the cushioned ground and a puff of breath

me, looking down, Nicholas crossed

a lot on my mind,” I

to keep your head in the moment,

“Sorry,” I mumbled.

and unhooked his arms. Then he reached down and

helped me to

never have

bra had gotten a bit twisted. Through my shirt, I grabbed my

adjust.

to be constantly looking… for opportunities to…

He was staring at my chest, specifically

my breasts to readjust the strap

But I liked the way

tank–top, pushing up my breasts placed much of my cleavage on more obvious display: the upper swells of my breasts, the deep valley between them. He might have even seen

it escaped above the

with his mouth ajar

Opportunities, he said.

was

and unnecessarily pushed my breasts higher still, causing not one, but two nipples to pop free over the top of my bra

shut.

mat. Unfortunately, the force of it also sent me off balance and I fell directly on top of him. I straddled his waist, my thighs on either side of his hips. My hands hit the

and created a screen to hide

me with wide–eyes, like he couldn’t believe what he was doing on the ground

Had the sight of my nipples addled

his pants, pressing up against my core. This position

felt damp, all

a few times and slowly recovered.

to grind my hips and

I returned to my senses too. This wasn’t the time

from him

opportunities can be created with a solid distraction,” I said, parroting something

Thinking of the training helped cool some of the fire in