The Wicked Luna

Twenty Two

In a crispy cool August night I find myself drunk.

I stumble around my Alphard party, flirting with random strangers.

My hands continue to find their way clamped around a cool glass filled with a playful liquid. And when the glass finds my heated hand the flirty liquid finds it way down my throat drowning me further into a drunken muddle.

Sometime during the night I find a man who's hair is the color of coal and curly with every strand. His eyes are a fluorescent orange brown and shaped like an almond. The strong intense smell of danger reeks off of him yet I ignore it. Instead I cling close to his body not caring to even ask for his name.

His hands smooth down my dress trying to be appealing but the only emotion that registers in me is disgust. The mans fingers began to play with my hair and I grunt leaning away from his touch. Cayson was the only one who was allowed to do that. And Cayson is gone forever.

"Lets just have fun" I say in a flirty voice running my hands down his chest seductively.

He smirks pulling me closer to his body before planting his lips on mine. I squeeze my eyes shut clenching my fists as the mans mouth moves with mine. His lips were overwhelmingly heated and with each touch there were no fireworks. There were no sparks that traveled between us. No butterflies that fluttered inside of me begging to escape my stomach.

It was bland. Uncomfortable. No kiss with anyone else would be pleasurable.

I pull away as his hands begin to run through my thick dark hair. Taking a step back i stumble on my golden heel luckily being caught by the man. I drunkingly smile up at him, planted a tipsy kiss on his cheek.

"Take me to dance" I say quietly.

He tilts his head down to look at me. I run my hands down his chiseled chest almost begging. His warm eyes heat up but at the same time remain icely cold.

"I don't dance" he remarks making me giggle.
"I do" I say backing away from him "I'll show how."

My feet stumble over each other and I dance in front of the man. Showing off a little too much skin. He watches amused his lustful dark eyes watching my every move. Eventually my head began to wildly spin causing me to fall on butt. My eyes down cast and I drunkenly giggle.

"Come my queen" he says in a seething voice "lets take you to bed where we can have some real fun."

I nod my head rising to my feet and taking his hand. My stomach flips while my palms and forehead break into a sweat. My stomach again flips slightly nauseous at the thought of sleeping with this man.

Yet I didn't object, because it was a lonely August night. And I needed a distraction from the aching in bones. A distraction from missing the love of my life.

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The next morning I wake I am numb. My body lays unmovingly. My palm spread against the black sheets of this bed. Not my bed, but a bed in my home. The man next to me is sleeping soundly, the beating of his heart bouncing off every wall.

Tears prick at my eyes and I bite the inside of my cheek until I taste blood. The mans arm tightens around my waste and I inhale sharply uncomfortable with his unknown movement. I know I should untangle myself from this man but I cannot move. Instead I lay in agony. The sun streaming through my large long window, kissing at my skin. The unbearable heat of this nameless man continues to warm my skin, making me squirm. Maybe in another time this would of been comfortable. Maybe this would of been pleasant if I wasn't so in love with someone I couldn't have.

Finally I force my limbs to move. My stiff muscles crying with every movement. In objection I feel them wanting to collapse back in the bed. It seemed like the logical thing to do.

I tip toe over to the door determined to leave the room before the man could wake. Déjá vu slambs into my chest like a moving train the minute the man speaks.

"What are you doing doll face? It's too early in the morning."

I stand quietly my hand wrapped around the door handle. Before this same scenario happened and I walked out of that door and crashed into Cayson. I hold my breathe trying to calm my racing heart. Trying to numb my aching bones. Then in a monotone voice I barely whisper the words I have said so many times before. Yet this time it was different, as bricks continued to clog my throat preventing me to say it normally. Like a strangled animal I say the words.

"I'm going to my room. You are expected to leave at noon."

Déjá Vu much?

Really short chapter my dudes I'm sorry.

Next chapter will come soon enough and in a few chapters Cayson will be back.

The mans name is Ryder and is a very playful and flirty character. He will have a little spot light in this book but more in The Alphas Games (Chris's book)

Have a wonderful day!