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'

reply when one big word appears on the screen

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

my stupid post-work-out selfie and snap the

I'm done.

I'm going to bed.

my phone? There are pictures of

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.

Valerie...

She rests her arm on the door frame, blocking me from even attempting to enter,

Burns

for the first time I look past her sexy physique, realising those toned arms are mapped with burn marks my stomach twists as rage

me blink as I turn my attention to

them, crossing them as if uncomfortable with my

quietly, making my eyes snap

"I don't-"

you're thinking. Accept