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Really, Luna, did you ever actually stop?
Truthfully, I haven’t been able to get that thing out of my head, nor the way he looked at me when he gave me the choice of either going to sleep or fucking.
Who the hell talks like that?
I don’t know how I managed to get through that night.
Usually I tell Emily everything about everything, but I held off talking about that because I know what she’s like.
The first thing she would want to know is all the deets, from what he looked like to what he did second by second. Then, worst of all, she’d ask me what I thought. I don’t want to go into that part with anyone.
I hardly want to think about naked Greek god Hunter, much less voice my thoughts to the one person I know will see through me.
One word to Emily and she’ll know I liked what I saw.
I didn’t want to have that conversation when I’m still trying to wrap my head around my situation, my feelings, and my frustrations.
I frown at my reflection in the mirror and my chest caves. I look terrible.
Bags have taken residence under my eyes like trespassing squatters, my skin is blotchy, my eyes are tired, and my hair is so limp I’d need to spend a week in the salon to put some life back into it. Even if I could do that, it wouldn’t do much for the rest of me.
Last night wiped me out. I had yet another restless night with very little sleep and Hunter didn't even come home.
I tried to stay awake for as long as I could to prepare myself for another night like the previous one, except he never came back.
When I saw him yesterday morning on the boat with his cousin, Luc—the hockey player—I felt for sure I was in for another weird night.
It was nearly three a.m. when I decided it was safe to sleep, but as my luck would have it I woke up at six, so I got roughly three hours of sleep. Add that to the horrid run of sleepless nights I've had over the past week and it's no wonder I look like an extra from Night of the Living Dead.
I don't know how I'm going to work today. I start at ten, so I have an hour and a half before I need to leave. I planned to grab some extra strong coffee and walk on the beach, but with the way I’m feeling I don’t think either would give me the energy I desperately need.
My phone dings with a notification from Facebook telling me that Layla has just posted online.
Grudgingly, I tap on the notification button and I’m taken to my sister's post showing a picture of a beautiful sunset on the beach. Layla has written a caption under it: ‘Love this place. I wouldn't be anywhere else.’ She's tagged herself as being back in the Maldives.
I grit my teeth and stare at the picture as if it’s as repulsive as dog shit. I don’t care that it shows the most beautiful sunset I’ve ever seen in my life. The thing represents Layla’s frivolous perception of life and her family.
With a frown I exit the Facebook app, then slide the phone away from me.
Releasing a frustrated breath, I shake my head at myself. I can’t worry about Layla anymore. I just can’t.
It’s disappointing to accept that she’s not going to be there for me again—like when Mom died—but I have to be strong for myself.
Knowing her she’s probably celebrating that she's not the one getting married to Hunter Le Blanche. Not because she wouldn’t like him.
She would. It’s everything else she’d hate, especially the part about helping Dad and duty to the family. I guess that's why I’m the one who drew the short straw.
A knock sounds on my door and I look toward it. That could only be Paige. None of the other maids have come up here to see me.
“Come in,” I call out. The door opens and Paige steps in.
“Good morning.” She greets me with a sweet smile and I smile back at her.
“Morning.”
“Hunter is downstairs. He’d like you to join him for breakfast so you two can discuss wedding plans.”
“Hunter is here?”
