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

back to my own welcoming

at my stupid post-work-out

I'm done.

I'm going to bed.

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

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...

the door. It's opened 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

Burns

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

snaps, making me blink as I turn my attention to

as if uncomfortable with my gaze. "Stay out of my private property..." I murmur. There's

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

"I don't-"

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