The Rise Of The Ugly Luna novel Chapter 42

JARIS

I was on my sixth bottle.

It was infuriating because I hated drinking this much. I was always in control of how much alcohol I took into my system, but tonight, I wanted it all.

I stayed in my office for hours, replaying everything in my head. Drinking made me feel slightly better.

Nerion came in to remind me that it was too late and I probably should get some sleep.

Ugh. The good guy. It was in such situations that I missed Kael. He’d have drunk with me, knowing I needed the sensation.

Unfortunately, he was out, executing a task.

But Nerion was right. I was tired and could use some sleep.

I left the office for my room, and right there, on the bed was Marta.

She was wearing a red transparent night dress. I could see the small red bra she had on, and the small red pant. The dress was as good as useless because it was a see–through.

Her hair was stretched and packed to one side, a red color tinting her lips. Right there, she looked like a seductress.

“Fuck, Marta. What did I tell you?” My voice was less critical.

“I’m sorry,” she said in a rather seducing tone as she slowly sat up, her both hands on the bed beside her waist. “I have been waiting for quite a while.”

My head was a little woozy. All I wanted to do was get off this stupid suit and crash into the bed.

Facing my dresser, I took off my jacket and started undoing the buttons of my black shirt.

Marta stood up. “I was worried and wanted to check on you.” She walked toward me, taking slow, enticing steps. “I don’t really know what happened, but I know you’re not someone who acts out without a reason. I need you to know I’m here, and I’m sorry for what happened.”

Her face came into view in the mirror. She was standing behind me, watching me.

I kept my eyes on her as I took off my tie, tossed it to the bed, then took off my unbuttoned shirt next.

“Everything will be fine,” she added in hushed tones, placing her hand on my shoulder. My bare shoulder.

Angry desire flooded me.

Without hesitating, I spun and grabbed her, pulling her in and locking my lips on hers. She threw her arms around me, returning the kiss better than I was.

I turned us around so her back was against the dresser. My hand angrily fisted her hair.

I needed to take this out on someone.

Yet, as I held and kissed Marta, all I got were forbidden images in my head.

Wet hair. Unclothed body. Full breasts. Hot legs.

The memory sent a painful message to my cock.

Marta was not her. They were not the same.

With a hard shove, I peeled myself away from Marta. She was confused and hurt.

*Jaris…”

“Get out” I turned away from her, my head banging.

She came closer. “Is there…”

“I told you to leave!” I snarled at her, my iris flashing red.

Fuck. What the hell?

That was my wolf, wanting her gone as well.

It was strange.

Marta recoiled in horror. But she didn’t waste anges to the bypadleft the room.

I took a deep breath, holding onto the dresser Successfully unlocked!

Gaining a little composure, I pulled out the phone from my pocket and sat on the bed as I replayed the video.

She was there, holding and kissing Zarek.

She looked so horny. So desperate for him.

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Anger and irritation flooded me.

I thought she was different. She had this beautiful smile, pretty face, and a smart mouth. And the way she cared for my kids. I didn’t think someone like her would be so cheap.

Zarek’s text was lying just below the video. ‘Told you I could get her in a week. She’s quite cheap–just like Chloe.

My anger returned in a greater fold. I groaned and thrashed the phone against the wall.

She made a mockery of me. In a way I’d never been mocked before! How dare she!?

I rubbed the heels of my palms against my eyes.

When I was calmer, I reached for the picture in my pocket and breathed in relief. Finally, something to keep me sane.

I ran my fingers along the surface of the picture. My heart ached, just as much as it calmed at the sight of her.

I never believed in love at first sight, until I met her.

“I wish you were here. It’d have made a lot of difference,” I mumbled, staring wistfully at the image.

LYRIC

For four days, I was indoors.

The only people I got to see were the maids who brought me my meals, and Xylon and Xyla who came to check on me.

They didn’t know what was going on. They were just surprised that I hadn’t come to see them the whole time.

I was too ashamed to go out, ashamed to face the people.

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