Luna Morris
I always thought living outside of London would take me a lot of time to adapt, but surprisingly I adjusted pretty fast. I love every single inch of it. The city, itself, is busy, and I find myself feeling more secure when there are a lot of people around.
I love going around the city to find inspiration. After having lots of transitions from texture painting to regular one, I found it very calming to be able to do both. I thought it would be hard to find myself and my color here, but I'm surprisingly doing much better than when I was in London.
The only concern that I have is the man who is standing in front of me.
Clyde Nielsen.
He's busy checking the cameras, and he brought in a new inspection team to make sure.
When he came here 30 minutes ago, I was stunned to see him. He came unannounced and caught me off guard for being so incredibly handsome. He's wearing a white shirt with sleeves rolled up to his elbow. It fit his muscular body perfectly, and I think it's a crime to go out and about like that. Let's not forget all the veins that he showed in his forearms.
When I met him at the bar, it was still hard to process. Never in a million years I would imagine that I'll be seeing him again. Not to mention that he grew up so well despite being alone.
Last night, I looked up his name on a search engine. All I can say is that he's famous. People wanted to know about him, but Clyde always kept everything private. What surprised me the most was that he got his Billionaire title at 21.
Clyde has always been smart. I always knew he was meant to be successful one day, but I never thought it would go up to this type of scale. He has a security and tech company that the government and many people go to unfold everything related to tracking, hacking, and the dark web.
According to many articles online, he's part of a circle named The Bloodhounds. Some reports mentioned that he has some ties to the mafia, which I hope he doesn't have because I imagine how dangerous it would be for him to be related to criminals.
"Have you eaten?" Clyde asked, and I turned to him. "Not yet, and why are you bringing another set of the team when both teams worked for you?"
"Double check." He said as he nodded to one of his employees. "We checked everything, Mr.Nielsen. Everything is good. Anything else that we should check?" He said.
"No, that's all. You can leave." Clyde opened the door for them and closed it once everyone got up. He checked the screen and reran some tests.
"Clyde," I called, and he turned his attention to you.
"How did you know that I was in town? Did Nikolas tell you?" I asked as I sat right across from him. He turned his attention back to the screen. "Nikolas did tell me, but I already knew you were in Seattle before he told me." What?
"How is that possible?" I looked at him dumbfounded.
"Now, let's go eat." He turned off the screen for the CCTV cameras. "I'm not going to eat with you, Clyde," I said, and he raised his eyebrows.
"Listen, Clyde, I appreciate what you did for me, but I don't think it's a good idea that we keep meeting like this. I don't like you, and certainly, you don't like me. We go back, and let me remind you about what you—" I stopped talking when his eyes changed. His hazel eyes turned dark like I summoned something within him.
"You will never stop, will you?" He asked.
"No, I won't," I said straight to his face. He doesn't understand how much he hurt me back then, and he can't forget about it and move on.
His phone rang, and he picked it up immediately. "What is it?" He looked away from me and got up from the seat.
"No, I'm with..." He turned to me. "My friend. I'll do it tomorrow because I won't be going to the office today. Besides the deal being pushed back, we're flying to Florida next week for our last meeting. If he still can't negotiate, I'll let you take over. Okay, yeah, that's about it." With that, he ended the call.
"What do you want to eat? Do you still prefer cereal to actual food?" His question made me want to hit the back of his head.
"I have work, and I'm busy."
"I'll drop you off after we eat, butterfly." He nodded towards the door, and I sighed. I grabbed my phone from the counter and walked out of my apartment.
"Stop calling me that nickname."
"Why not? Did you stop drawing and painting butterflies?" He asked as he put his phone into his pocket.
"Yes." No.
"Never thought you're a good liar now, Luna." I stopped walking when he called me by my name. I don't know if I like it more when— wait. Did I say that?
"I'm not a good liar."
"Well, you are..."
"I'm not."
"How old are you now?" He knew how old I was, and I looked at him like he had grown another head for asking that question.
"Why are you asking? You know how old I am." We walked into the lift, and he pressed the L button.
"And what did you say when you were 12?" I'm starting to get annoyed by this man.
"What did I say when I was 12?" I asked as I tried to remember that moment.
"You made me promise or, more likely, swore to you that I must marry you when I'm older." He said it casually, and I laughed at him. When we left the lift, I clapped my hands at him for remembering it.
"Listen, Clyde, that was 15 years ago when I thought I was so in love with you. Now, there's no way I'm going to take that seriously, and besides, I will never marry you. I'm not looking for an asshole as my future husband." I walked out of the building first. The polluted air greeted me, and I still laughed at Clyde's ridiculousness.
"Well... Lucky you, I'm taking it seriously."
Clyde NielsenEver since I was a kid, I have always thrived on routine and something familiar to me. I'm not too fond of changes. Changes scared me because of all the damage that came into my life caused by changes.After surrendering my title at 15, I had to move to America and start a new life here. I was struggling with many things and had no one to go to. I had no friends. I had no family. I had nothing.Leaving Denmark was easy, and it was something that I would never regret. I would never change a thing about it, but one thing that I would change was that I should have brought Luna with me, or maybe I should have rekindled our friendship.She's such a sunshine.After working so hard day and night and earning enough money, the first thing that I did was send people to find her. I hired four people in total to give me information about Luna. I don't fucking care if she labeled me a stalker once she knew that I did, but I can't help but do it."Can I ask you something?" She waved a
Luna Morris"I still can't believe that you're here!" Daisy clapped her hands proudly. I grabbed my shot glass, giving her a nod before inhaling the sting liquid.I closed my eyes, feeling the alcohol burning my throat. "I can't believe it either." You let out a long sigh. "It still feels like a dream."Daisy put down her shot glass, grabbed both of my hands and held it tightly like I was on the cliff's edge. "I'm so proud of you.""Me too.""Did you contact your grandparents?" She asked as she released her grip on my hands. You nodded at her and turned your head to the bartender, asking for another shot."I did.""What did they say?""That they will visit me next month and that they're hoping for me to make lots of new friends." The bartender put a new shot in front of me, my fingers reached for it, but Daisy stole it."Hey!""I'm the only friend you need, instead of making new friends. You should find a boyfriend." She wiggled her eyebrows and gave me a teasing look. Her eyes then s
Luna MorrisI opened my eyes after dreaming about a man with a dimple on his left cheek. Turning my head to check the clock and smiled, seeing that it was already 9 in the morning. I can hear the coffee machine outside, so it means Daisy is up and awake now.I got out of bed, opening the door like a mad woman, ready to rant everything to her."D, you won't believe— AAAAAAAA!" I screamed when I saw Clyde standing in my kitchen with a cup of coffee. He's looking at you like he owns the place. I even pinched myself to see if this was a dream or reality.Clyde Nielsen is standing in my kitchen with all his glory, still in his grey Armani suit, looking like a hot model ready for a photo shoot. His hair was messy compared to last night, but that's about it. He's still as handsome as I remembered."Where's Daisy?" I asked him in a careful tone as I walked toward my sofa. I don't want to make eye contact with him, he's intimidating, and last time, I remembered, our relationship ended tragical
Luna Morris"Why didn't you tell me that you know Clyde Nielsen?" Ever since Clyde left, Daisy couldn't stop asking about Clyde. I shook my head, letting her know I didn't want to discuss him.Not now, not later, and certainly not ever."Fine. Fine, I'll stop..." Daisy shut her mouth briefly and then, "Do you know who he is, though?""Daisy, I don't want to know," I said as I walked towards the fridge, taking a jug of cold water. Daisy was pouting as she threw herself onto the sofa. She's looking at you, annoyed."He called you butterfly." She said, mumbling, but it was enough for me to hear her. You poured the water into a glass and took a couple of sips."Drop it," I said, and she pouted again. Still holding my glass of water, I walked toward the sofa and sat beside her."I'm curious..." She whispered, and I couldn't help but roll my eyes. "He was my childhood friend, our friendship ended decades ago. Since then, I swore not to appear in front of him again.""Well... You should have