I Am The Luna

ADRIANA

My heart skips a beat as he whispers that one word in his sexy, deep voice. I don't know what's wrong with me. One moment I'm drowning in pain and sorrow and the next second I feel numb and hollow. I don't know how to feel, and I just want to feel something.

Anything.

I bend down, ready to kiss him when he cups my face, his thumb caressing my cheek as he holds me firmly inches from his face.

"For you to eat, to take care of yourself, and to let me be there for you."

Well, so much for wanting me.

I scoff as I push away from him, feeling his rejection burn into me like hot welts. His mixed reactions confuse me, and the reminder is only fuelling the anger that is festering inside of me.

"You are a dick," I mutter as I walk over to my desk and pick up my dark blue floral satin kimono gown from my chair and wrap it around my waist and tie it.

The smell of the pizza and parmo is making my mouth water. Not to mention the cocktails...

My stomach rumbles.

Fuck, I'm starved.

I turn, pausing when my attention falls to the large bouquet that's on the ground beside the bed. It's a stunning arrangement of flowers in dark pinks and purples.

It's probably the most stunning bouquet I've seen... the kind you see the fancy bloggers and models have all over social media. "Did you get one of your staff or something to get you this bouquet?" I ask as I look over at him.

He's already standing, as he pours a glass of orange cordial from the jug into a glass. "You know, typical business attitude?" Like hell he knows anything about flowers.

"I did, but I selected the flowers I wanted for it. I felt the colours and these flowers suit you."

I raise an eyebrow as I look over at him, trying not to pay attention to the bulge in his pants. I had felt him harden beneath me, yet he still rejected me.

I scoff. "So, I'm supposed to believe you know about flowers?"

"I do," he says as he closes the gap between us and offers me the glass. "Mom made sure Linette and I took a class in flower arranging. She loved flowers. You haven't seen the orchards of our pack. We have plenty of flowers."

I nod, not knowing what else to say and instead take the glass, but I have no appetite as Ada's face comes into my mind again. She was supposed to get better. I know Valerie told me there was nothing more they could do, but I didn't really believe her, believing she'd recover in time.

"Come and eat," he says quietly as he walks back to the tray and places it on the carpeted floor beside the bouquet. Hesitating for a moment, I give in and walk over to him, sitting down.

I stare down at the incredibly delicious-looking pizza. He's even unboxed everything and made it look like all five classes. I'm assuming he arranged it anyway, as no one else in this pack would do something like this.

The pizza is on a round wooden tray, the chunky chips that are sprinkled with spice are set in a basket and the chicken parmo is cut into small squares and set on a rectangle platter. Beside the food is a side of salad and a set of three dipping sauces on a small tray.

"Did you arrange the food like this?" I ask.

"Why do you ask?"

"It's so extra," I say as I look back at the pizza. He raises an eyebrow.Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.

"There's no plates or even cutlery, save the forks..." he says, sounding a little confused.