Becoming his Luna

Chapter 4: I Need You

This guy. Just because he's got money? Does he not think I have money?! I mean, I don't but this isn't the point. My thoughts raced with anger and admirations I paced back and forth through my apartment. 'Ting', my phone buzzed and I looked at it, hoping it was Mason. "Hey, you okay? You didn't answer your door when I came by last night."-Deena. I kinda felt let down. How'd I find myself so enthralled by this man. I laid back into the lavender silk sheets and roll into a human burrito. "Come over. I need you." I replied to her.
  It took her all but 15 minutes to start buzzing my doorbell like a lunatic. I opened the door and she knocked it the rest of the way. Barging in, she grabbed my arms and looked around my face like she's seen a ghost sitting on me. "What is it? What's wrong? What happened?!" She burst with worry and I couldn't help but laugh at her.

"Dude, calm down. I'm good. It's all good. But something did happen; although, not bad." Deena shrugged and pushed her long,    red, finger curl hair behind her.

Tossing her keys on an end table next to the couch and slouching down into it, she said calmly, " I thought you were dying bitch. What's up?"

I sat across from her on an ottoman and pulled my legs into a criss-cross. "So, I texted you that I was all in? I finally texted Manson, and he didn't respond."

Her face showed that she definitely didn't expect him NOT to respond. "But he was so into you though? Eh. I guess all guys are like Robby." I flinched a little. Still too fresh into getting back into the game for the casual use of his fuckery. It may have been two years since, but it cut deeper than I thought it could.

I raised an eyebrow at her and continued, "No. I wasn't finished you ass. He didn't reply, he came over. His ass didn't even give me time to get ready. I went in a hoodie and my running shoes. Fucking ugly, man." I sighed, and mentally face palmed myself.

She raised her hands like she was praising Jesus. "He came to You?! Issa Husband girl!" We both blew up laughing. As I hashed out everything that happened, I forgot the last part. We sat in the living room, binge watching 'Shameless' on Netflix. My phone chimes in the middle of us and I glanced down the same time as Deena.

" oh! I got fired last night. Did I mention?" I picked up my phone and squinted to better comprehend what I was reading while talking.

"Bitch, nooooooo!!!" Deena threw her hands up and head back as if she's been shot.

The text read, "No returns. It's policy. Also, I'd like to take you on a date where it doesn't end with you unconscious. Movie tonight?" Deena peered at my phone. "Have you screwed him yet?" She asked as she wiggles her eyebrows at me. I shot her a side look.

"Tsk. No. As appetizing as he looks, no. I haven't. I don't think this is going that far. I mean, he's running a company. I'm like ... 5'2... which is like two feet shorter than the guy. Obviously not seriously but, I'm tiny, jobless, and not as good looking as the women he must be used to. He won't be interested in me long enough for it to get anywhere." 

She pushed my forehead with her palm. "You're beautiful. Trust me, he wants you. The man has taken you into his home, out of protection for you. He's carried you up those damn steps. Really, I don't know why your building doesn't have an elevator. He wants to take you out again tonight. Oh! Don't forget, this all started when you caught his attention by falling on the graduation stage." She laughed at that last part.  

I hit her with a pillow. "Shit. You're right."

She looked at me questioningly, " Hey, what's he mean by no returns?"

My eyes went wide with realization. "Oh! He said my fucking car was unsafe! He took my damn car. And he left me his!!! That nice ass Porsche looking car outside? Yeah, yeah. That Bitch is MINE!" I pointed towards the sliding door as I was speaking.