I Am The Luna

Chapter 0506

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'

to reply when one big

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

internally cringe at my stupid post-work-out selfie and snap the

I'm done.

I'm going to bed.

did she say she can access everything on my phone? There are pictures of me in there. I don't need

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

Valerie...

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

Burns

toned arms are mapped with burn marks my stomach twists as rage flashes through me. The urge to know how she got

me blink as I turn my

as I try not to look at her arms. She now drops them, crossing them as if uncomfortable with my

she replies quietly, making my eyes snap to those pale green ones, her words taking

"I don't-"

care what you're thinking. Accept my rejection so I can move