Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21448 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 107(@200wpm)___ 86(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21448 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 107(@200wpm)___ 86(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
Brent strokes my hair, making me feel protected, and most of all loved.
“I feel so silly,” I laugh, crying at the same time.
“Don’t feel silly,” he says, his voice so soothing. “You had every right to be worried.”
Suddenly, I go tense again. I did, didn’t I?
I sit back, putting a bit of distance between the two of us. All of a sudden, Brent doesn’t seem so soothing and safe as he did five seconds ago.
“What, gorgeous? What is it?”
It’s like a movie on super-fast-forward plays out in my mind, filling me with heavy thoughts that crash into my heart like a shell being fired from a tank.
“So wait,” I say slowly. “You knew that I was sent by my father to spy on you, yet you chose to come here to see me?”
“Well, yeah.” He shrugs. “How could I resist?”
Brent reaches out for me, but I slap his hand away. He looks back at me with shock.
“Luna? What is it?”
“Why?”
“Why? Why what?” I feel like I’m in a trance. Like parts of me are starting to go numb. It’s hard to even look at him.
“Why didn’t you tell me right away? That you knew?”
“I–I guess it didn’t occur to me.”
He’s lying. I can hear it in his voice. He’s spinning a web of bullshit in the same exact way I’ve heard my father spin his bullshit when he’s got his businessman-voice on. He knows he screwed up, and now he’s trying to twist it and make it seem like he didn’t.
“No.” I shake my head, backing up. “If you’d known, you would have said something. You wouldn’t have just come here to have sex with me.”
“Luna–”
“Unless you were willing to keep me around, knowing I was spying on you while you were still fucking me. Which would make you the biggest asshole in the universe.”
Brent pauses. It’s not long, but it’s longer than I’ve seen him pause before. It’s like a guy who’s been caught.
“Yeah, I thought so.”
Instantly, I’m on my feet and pulling my clothes on. My heart is throbbing like I’m about to have a heart attack. If only Emily was here right now for some support. I could use a friend right now. Just to yell at him and get my back more than anything.
“Luna, you can’t possibly believe what you just said,” Brent says finally, as I’m pulling on my T-shirt. “You know me better than that.”
“Do I?” I all but scream. “How well do I really know you, Brent?” My stomach sinks and I groan as the full realization of this debacle hits me. “Christ, I gave my virginity to you.”
“And I am honored,” Brent says, getting to his feet. He steps closer, and I instantly scream like a harpy.
“Don’t touch me!” That was definitely loud enough to get my ultra-feminist RA, Marge’s, attention if she’s in her room right now. “You need to go. Now!”
Brent gets the message and immediately starts to get dressed. “I can’t believe this is what you think of me, Luna. Why would I do something like this?”
“Because you’re a guy?” I shrug. “You wanted some ‘fresh pussy’? Or maybe because you wanted to use me the way my dad did, only the reverse. The two of you were just playing Game of Thrones with me and treating me like a pawn in your little kingdom of farms.”
A knock at the door causes us both to jump.
“Luna? Emily? Are you all right in there?” It’s Marge. Thank God.
I give Brent a look that takes him no less than a second to understand. He quickly brushes past me and takes hold of the doorknob.
“We’re fine, Marge,” I call out as he opens the door. I smile broadly, and he flashes his charming grin at her as he passes by and moves down the hall. “He was just tickling me, and I was about to pee my pants.”
Marge turns and watches Brent go, then turns back to me.
“Are you sure, Luna?”
I may be hurt, angry and betrayed, but I don’t need to take this in a direction it doesn’t need to go. And if I get Marge fired up, that’s what will happen.
“Of course I am!” I laugh. I point to my tickle spot on my waist. “He knows that if he pokes me here enough, he can get me. And he finds me cute when I laugh, so he just wasn’t stopping. So finally I just screamed. Probably too loud. Sorry about that.”
“Luna, it sounded like you were being–”
“No, no,” I laugh. “Everything’s fine, Marge.” I pull her in for a quick hug. “But thanks for checking on me.”
I pull the door closed behind me and throw myself down on my bed and burst into tears, covering my face with my pillow so as not to be heard by anyone.
I can’t believe it.