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'

when one big word appears on the screen

Isn't that some insult they use in anime? I'm sure I've heard it in the shows Zion and 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

post-work-out

I'm done.

I'm going to bed.

phone? There are

Adriana and tell her there is a line she shouldn't cross. Exiting the room, I sniff the air,

Valerie...

knew I would come. She rests her arm on the door frame, blocking me

Burns

her sexy physique, realising those toned arms are mapped with burn marks my stomach twists as rage flashes

want?" she snaps, making me blink as I turn my attention to her

as if uncomfortable with my gaze. "Stay out of my private property..." I murmur. There's no anger in my words, and they don't even sound like a firm

life," she replies quietly, making my eyes snap to those pale

"I don't-"

what you're thinking. Accept my rejection so