Perish: Book Three (bxb) ✔️

5. Thank you, Love Bug.

Author's note: Hi, hey. Super sorry. I usually hate these. I just wanted to let everyone know that this book is my NaNoWriMo book, so it will have constant updates. I write my books from the top of my head, so whatever happens comes to me AS I WRITE, HAHAHA. Don't worry, I do have a central idea when I start writing and a main plot. The characters guide me, and they are the ones who decide how fast or slow they become a couple. For August and Kayax, it's a little sooner than you might be used to from me, but that's because there are so many obstacles for them to overcome, so I fear it makes sense! 

Okay, see you between the pages. OH, PLEASE VOTE IF YOU REMEMBER<3.

xx Nyx Luna.

Kayax Adler

Since the night August and I spent handcuffed, I played my part like an expert. I smiled. I jumped when he said jump. I did everything as I was supposed to. Because why did August Luna refuse to ruin me? His words seemed to insinuate that was all he wanted to do. I was his biggest enemy aside from Davis, so what the fuck?

I deserved to be ruined by the Luna family.

My career wasn't what I wanted.

It wasn't about my choices.

Everything that I was revolved around Davis, my father, and it was either his choices or it was me doing the only things I could to defy him. That included talking about Elijah Luna a lot more than needed. It also included my fucking attitude that he hated. I'd gotten smacked around for it on more than one occasion, and yeah, it was so nice to come here and know that August Luna would never lay hands on me.

No matter how much I deserved it.

And I knew I deserved it. Hell, my Dad constantly told me that every human had a breaking point, and if I kept pushing, they'd hit it. And then they'd hit me. And I was always able to draw it out of the least likely sources.

But I supposed it didn't matter.

Dad was out of jail, and for some reason, my entire staff was gone. Quit. They fucking quit. I had email after email in my inbox from every single member of my team. Except Brutus, for some reason.

And on top of all of that, my Dad had, as he put it, taken a vacation. Everything was up to me. My appearances. My schedule. I didn't know how to do any of that. I jumped when Dad told me to jump, and God, I hated calling him Dad. He was never my Dad. It was something he kept drilling further and further into my brain until I conformed.

Not that I agreed; it was just easier than the constant screaming matches and slaps I'd receive for "defying him." Hell, I wasn't sure why I did anything for him—except I did. To keep my Mama safe. He'd use her as a threat, and he knew I'd bend at his will because of it.

It felt like my life was constantly in this four-walled room that closed in on me further and further with each passing day. I've learned that conforming to everyone's wishes was the easiest.

I liked fighting with August, though. At least he had a reason to hate me. My Dad... didn't. He never loved me. He didn't care about me. I was his puppet. I made money, and then he'd proceed to give me only ten percent of what I made.

... I had to pay my bills with that ten percent and then conform to the needs of my appearance. I never had the chance to have any fun. None of this was fun. Dad was out, blowing everything I made because he had control. But if he was sentenced, he was going to prison. There wasn't a way out of it.

However, I knew he had money of mine put away to escape. I did wonder how long he could hide this time. Maybe he'd break his record. Who the fuck knew? I was miserable. I didn't deserve anything good.