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“Yeah, you said, but why are you in this damn packhouse?”
she clenches her jaw as she now looks me in the eye. I place the pizza down and look around for a paper towel, grateful when I see the paper napkins on the table on the other side. Walking over to them, I take one before returning to the counter opposite her, wiping my hand and taking up my pizza slice again
“Zade said I’d be more comfortable here since they need their privacy.”
I shudder internally at the meaning of that. I’ve heard them getting it on once, and I do not want to hear them again. Ever.
“Yeah, well, I’m not comfortable, but who cares about what I want? Right?”
She says coldly before she pushes the pizza box towards me, irritated.
“I’ll stay out of your hair,”
I say quietly.
“Yeah, do yourself a favour.”
She rolls her eyes, annoyance flashing in them before she turns and storms out of the kitchen, leaving me alone with the pizza.
Sighing, I drop the pizza slice I’m holding into the box and hang my head. I just annoyed her again.
I can’t blame her, I don’t even know what I want, so how do I expect her to react in any way when I have not given her even a simple indication of what I want, aside from avoiding her back then? But that is something even I don’t have the answer
I clear the stuff off the counter, placing the uneaten pizza into a container before I wash my hands and leave the kitchen. I should return to my work, there’s still rather a lot pending.
Stepping back into the lounge, I sit down on the sofa facing the glass doors that look out onto the backyard of the packhouse and place my feet on the table, crossing them at the ankle before I pick up my laptop and return to work.
Frowning, I see my usual screen gone. Instead, there’s a black window, with the words “DON’T EVER LEAVE YOUR LAPTOP ON FOR ANYONE TO GAIN ACCESS TO YOU IDIOT. In a big lilac font.
Adriana.
I don’t think I’ve been called that anywhere near as many times as she has called me an idiot in the short period of time that I’ve known her. I’m about to snap my laptop shut when I pause and click on the screen, seeing the cursor blink and type the following words.
“Using the Wi-Fi here is also risky, so that’s proof enough that I genuinely have nothing to hide. I hit enter and see the words appear under the now much smaller first sentence.
‘Awe, how cute, actually you have this laptop connected to the same drive and email account as your phone. Thank you for the access. You have a lot of pictures on here. I never took you for the conceited type. I mean, idiotic, posh, dumb, annoying? Yeah? Conceited, no, not really.”
I smirk as I raise an eyebrow. ‘Idiotic and dumb are pretty much the same thing’
“Hmm, one use of the word idiot doesn’t suffice for you. LOL’
I’m about to reply when one big word appears on the screen ‘BAKA’
Baka? Isn’t that some insult they use in anime? I’m sure I’ve heard it in the shows Zion and Sia watch… before 1 can reply, the screen shuts off and I’m taken back to my own welcoming screen. Only the background is now a picture of me in my gym, with a cap on backwards, pushing my sweatpants down enough to reveal my adonis belt, sweat trickling down my chest.
I internally cringe at my stupid post-work-out selfie and snap the laptop shut.
I’m done.
I’m going to bed.
This woman needs to- wait, did she say she can access everything on my phone? There are pictures of me in there. I don’t need her or anyone else to see. Great.
Unplugging the charger, I pick up my belongings and head upstairs to the room Valerie had given me, deciding to find Adriana and tell her there is a line she shouldn’t cross. Exiting the room, I sniff the air, frowning when I pick up her scent immediately and follow it down the hall. It’s only two doors away and my frown only deepens. Why does this feel a little too coincidental?
Valerie…
Fixing my shirt, I knock on the door. It’s opened almost immediately, as if she knew I would come. She rests her arm on the door frame, blocking me from even attempting to enter, and I’m about to speak when my attention falls on something else.
Burns
My heart skips a beat as for the first time I look past her sexy physique, realising those toned arms are mapped with burn marks my stomach twists as rage flashes through me. The urge to know how she got them intensifies within me. I remember Valerie once mentioned something in passing, but seeing these makes my aura surge forward.
“What do you want?”
she snaps, making me blink as I turn my attention to her face
It takes me a second to remember as I try not to look at her arms. She now drops them, crossing them as if uncomfortable with my gaze. “Stay out of my private property…”
I murmur. There’s no anger in my words, and they don’t even sound like a firm warning to me.
“Then accept my rejection and stay out of my life,”
she replies quietly, making my eyes snap to those pale green ones, her words taking me by surprise.
“I don’t-“
“I don’t care what you’re thinking. Accept my rejection so I can move on.”
Move on with who?
I clench my jaw. There’s no way in hell I am going to reject her. Besides, right now, I just want to know how that happened.
“Reject me Payne!”
she snarls.
“No.”
A powerful silence falls between us as she stares up at me, her eyes becoming sharper. “What did you just say?”
she whispers, her heart pounding like a drum.
“I said no.”
A/N: Bonus chapter for Zade getting back on his feet will be up on Ream later. Follow me on Ins ta & F B author.muse for more details
ADRIANA
My eyes widen involuntarily at his sheer audacity. I didn’t think he had it in him, but clearly he can be a real prick too
“Excuse me, what?”
I ask, trying to remain nonchalant. Although I feel extremely self-conscious since the moment I had seen him looking at my burns, and the way he looked angry or disgusted or whatever that was just made me feel worse.
“No. Why should I reject you?”
“Maybe because I don’t fit your pretty little box of idealism? Or maybe because I am not the kind of luna you ever wanted. I’ve not been raised like a lady, like the woman you are head over heels for. I’m defective goods, as you’ve noticed.”
I hold my arms out in front of me for a moment, allowing him to see them properly.
“Wait a minute, what are you even saying?”
Atticus asks with a frown.
I shake my head, stepping back. I don’t want to do this, and I wish I didn’t just say that, but it’s too late, it’s already done. But it is the truth. Zaia is the woman who checks all those boxes, but by saying that, did I just make myself sound petty? Probably, but I don’t fucking care what he thinks of me. It can’t really get worse.
“Just fucking leave.”
I step back, placing my hand on the door handle, ready to slam it shut in his perfect face. But he reaches out, grabbing the door, stopping me from shutting it.
“I’m not done.”
My heart skips a beat at the low deep tone of his voice, he sounds pissed.
“Well, I am.”
I say, turning and trying to force the door shut with my shoulder. It’s suddenly forced open, and I stumble backwards. Atticus enters as he advances towards me.
“Let’s get a few things clear between us,”
he begins as he pushes up his already rolled up sleeves, making my heart thud, but it’s not fear.
I know I’m damn strong, but I also know he was considered the rival of the Black Beast, aka Sebastian King. Atticus is part of the Sublime triquetra, he is a goddamn strong alpha and I’m not sure how I’ll fare against him. Not when Zade can break every bone in my body with ease in a fight.
“One, I am not in love with Zaia.”
I keep myself composed as I back away from the advancing man.
“You could have fooled me,”
I whisper. His eyes flash as he speaks again.
“Two, you are not defective goods. For heaven’s sake Adriana, you are the most beautiful girl 1 have ever laid my eyes on. 1 reacted to your burns because I want to know who did that to you.”
His voice is barely a whisper at the end of his sentence laced with frustration.
The most beautiful? I don’t believe that…
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