LunaWhat was he into?That question kept going around in my head as I sat by the window, staring at nothing. Hardin. Wearing all black. Holding a mask. His words. "Don't try to know anything about me."Who says that? What was he hiding?And why did being that close to him mess with my head?He hadn't touched me for long, just a few seconds, but it had been enough to leave my heart pounding. I hated that. Hated how his cold voice sent chills down my spine, but still made something in me want to get closer.I shook my head and stared down at my hands. He was trouble. I knew it from the beginning. But now... it felt like he was a different kind of trouble. One that I didn't understand at all.And dangerous.Snap!A hand waved in front of my face. I blinked fast."Hello?" Rachel's voice snapped. She raised a brow, half-smiling. "Where did you go just now? You've been staring into space."I didn't even know when she came in. I looked away quickly and forced a small laugh. "Nowhere. Just t
LunaI came down the stairs slowly, rubbing the back of my neck. The house was quiet, and I had no idea what time it was—but definitely late. It was my day off, and for once, I had let myself sleep in. The bed had been warm, soft... way too comfortable. I hated that I liked it.The smell of food hit me before I even reached the dining room. My stomach grumbled. When I stepped in, I paused.Hardin was already seated at the long table, dressed in a black shirt like usual. In front of him was a full spread—eggs, pancakes, fresh fruit, toast, bacon... everything. More food than two people needed.His eyes lifted to mine. “No good morning, wife?" he said, lips pulling into a slight smirk.I rolled my eyes and moved to the chair farthest from him. "Seriously? Trying to get on my nerves this early?"Hardin gave a low chuckle. "Is it working?"I threw him a glare, picking up the toast and taking a bite of it. The nerve of him.Last night he had stormed out of my room coldly, after threatening
HardinI want to rip that dress off her body. From the second she stepped down the stairs, all I could think of was how that black dress clung to every damn curve like it was made just for me to take off. I hated how she looked too good—how my own thoughts were bordering on madness just from seeing her in it. And now she's walking beside me like some innocent temptation, pretending she doesn't notice the way my eyes have been on her since we left the house.If only she knew what she was doing to me.I glanced down at our joined arms. She hadn't said a word since we stepped out of the car, but I could feel the tension in her grip. She doesn’t know what to expect from the dinner party. "Relax," I murmured, low enough only for her to hear.She didn't look at me, but I saw her jaw tighten. Stubborn as always.We approached the entrance. Two men in black suits pulled the tall doors open, revealing a wide hall bathed in soft golden light. No loud music. No clinking glasses. Just hushed voi
Luna My nose flared with anger, my heart pounding against my chest. My palm still throbbed from the slap, but it didn't feel nearly enough for what he had done. How dare he?What right did he have—what right—to kiss me like that? He thought I was a toy, a possession.I balled my fists, nails digging into the palms of my hands. No matter how angry I was, no matter how many thoughts screamed at me, I couldn't erase the fact that he kissed me. And damn it, I hated how my body reacted.It wasn't my first kiss, not even close. But with him, it was different. When his lips touched mine, my heart did something crazy, skipping a beat, pounding in my chest. And my legs—my fucking legs—turned into jelly beneath me. I hated how much power he had over me, how he made me feel weak, helpless.I didn't want to feel anything for him. I couldn't. I have a boyfriend. But damn it, I couldn't shake the sensation. The taste of his kiss, the way he claimed me with nothing but the press of his mouth, had m
LunaThe next morning, my office felt colder than usual. Maybe it was the air-conditioning, or maybe it was the guilt still crawling under my skin from the night before.I sat stiffly at my desk, fingers hovering over the keyboard, but my mind wasn't on the screen. It was still in that kitchen. Still replaying the way Hardin kissed me like he owned me... like I was already his.God. I almost gave in. I pressed my thighs together beneath the desk, willing my body to forget. To unfeel. But it was useless. His touch was everywhere—etched into my skin like a burn I couldn't soothe. And it wasn't just physical. It was the way he looked at me, as though he saw through every single excuse I fed myself."Morning, Miss Luna."I jolted slightly, blinking up at the intern who'd popped her head through my door."Morning," I said quickly, offering a polite smile.She handed me a file, then disappeared as fast as she came, leaving me alone again with thoughts I didn't want to entertain.I hadn't s
HardinI told myself I wouldn't. Swore I'd give her space the moment she walked past us and disappeared upstairs like a ghost. But when I saw her face—eyes red, mouth set in that trembling line—something inside me twisted hard and ugly.I couldn't help myself. I followed her.Not because I wanted to interrogate her.But because I couldn't stand the way my chest felt watching her pretend everything was fine when it clearly wasn't. I didn't expect her to lean into me.Hell, I didn't even expect her to let me touch her after the week we'd had. But the moment I pulled her closer, her body softened. Her head rested against my chest, and I felt it—that subtle shift. Her breath warmed through my shirt. Her hands, still tense, slowly lost their grip, and her weight settled into me like she'd been holding the world on her back and finally allowed someone else to carry it.And something stirred in me. Something I didn't have a name for.It wasn't lust—though, fuck, I knew what desire felt like
LunaThe Next Morning, I woke up before the sun. Not because I wanted to, but because sleep had evaded me long before dawn broke. My mind kept looping back to last night—to the warmth of Hardin's arms, the quiet strength in the way he held me. It should've been nothing. A passing moment in a string of complicated ones. But for some reason... it didn't feel that way.When I'd leaned into him, it was as if I'd found a place I didn't know I'd been searching for.I still couldn't believe I'd told him about my parents. It wasn't a story I liked to share. Not even with Jason. But Hardin—he didn't interrupt, didn't try to offer hollow comfort. He just... listened. And for a man who often used words as weapons, his silence last night felt more powerful than anything he could've said.I had told Rachel I didn't need someone to talk to.Maybe I lied.Still, life had to go on. Mr. Jenkins was gone, and though his death had hit me harder than I'd expected, I knew how this worked. We grieve, we he
Hardin "Are you an assassin?" Her words caught me off guard.I didn't move for a second. Just stood there, staring into her eyes that were wide with something between fear and confusion. She wasn't joking. Hell, I could see her pulse fluttering beneath her skin, her breathing unsteady.A smile tugged at the corner of my lips, though it didn't quite reach my eyes. "What kind of question is that?" I said, tone light—too light, hoping I could throw her off with charm.She didn't flinch. Didn't blink."I saw Theo," she said, voice low. "He had a gun, Hardin. He met with some guy... and then pointed it right at his forehead."My jaw tightened. I looked away for the briefest second, exhaling slowly, trying to decide which lie would land softer. But then she said the next part, and I froze."And don't forget I saw you... the other night. Dressed in all black with a mask. That explains the injury. You were hurt when I found you."My gaze snapped back to hers. She was putting things together
LunaThe image of the gun wouldn’t leave my head.As soon as my fingers wrapped around it, something cold had run down my spine. I’d shoved it right back into the hidden compartment and rushed out of the study like my feet were on fire, my heart pounding against my chest.Why does he have a gun?I stood there in my room, staring at nothing. Was that what Ronan meant on the yacht? When he asked what if he kills people? That stupid question had stayed in my head longer than I liked to admit, but now it didn’t feel so stupid anymore.Should I confront him? Or just… keep digging?I was still frozen in place, trying to calm the chaos in my head, when a soft knock hit my door.Then the door creaked open, Hardin. He popped his head in with that same crooked smile that always seemed to weaken me a little."Yes, my wife is back," he said, stepping inside fully.I had to force a smile. My face felt stiff, like my muscles were still trying to recover from the panic of earlier. I dropped my work
LunaThe first place I headed to as soon as I arrived at the hospice was Ethan’s room. I hadn’t even stopped by my office or checked in with the nurses. My feet just led me straight to him. It’d only been two days, but something about being away from this place made it feel like I’d been gone for weeks.When I pushed open the door quietly, the soft sound of cartoons filled the room. His nanny, Grace, was gently feeding him some porridge, her voice calm as she encouraged him to take another spoonful.Ethan looked smaller than I remembered. Thinner. Tired. But when his eyes caught mine, that same little spark lit up in them. I forced a smile and stepped fully into the room.“Look who’s here,” I said, trying to sound cheerful even though my chest tightened just seeing him like that.His lips curved into a weak grin. “Luna…”God, hearing him say my name with so much joy did something to me. I moved closer and leaned down to press a kiss to his forehead. His skin was warm, but not in a fev
LunaIt had been bothering me all day. The silence between Hardin and me felt heavier with each passing hour, and I knew exactly what was causing it.Ronan’s words kept echoing in my mind. "Even if he kills people?"I couldn’t shake the thought. I knew Ronan was trying to get under my skin, but what if there was some truth to what he said? What if Hardin wasn’t the man I thought he was? What if he had a side to him that I didn’t fully understand, a darker side?I didn’t want to think about it, but every time I looked at Hardin, I couldn’t help but wonder. The man I saw every day was confident, charming, even kind in his own way. But what if there was something more to him that I wasn’t seeing?I couldn’t bring myself to ask him about it. What if he confirmed my fears? I didn’t know if I was ready to hear the truth, whatever it might be.That’s why I kept quiet. That’s why I stayed distant. I didn’t know how to face him without questioning everything in my head.So I pretended everythi
Hardin The soft hum of the car filled the silence between us. We were on our way back home. The yatch party was over. I’d gotten what I came for. The art piece, the power play—every box ticked.Except the one sitting beside me.Luna’s eyes were fixed outside the window, her distant eyes reflecting on the glass, She hadn’t said much since last night. I didn’t think anything of it at first—assumed it was the exhaustion, the crowd, the flashing lights and endless congratulations. But this morning? Still quiet. Still withdrawn. She’d brushed it off when I asked.Said she was fine. But I knew better.My hand moved instinctively, settling on her thigh, warm and solid beneath my palm. I gave it a gentle squeeze, just enough to get her attention.“You okay?” I asked, my eyes still on her even when she turned to meet mine.She forced a small smile, the kind that didn’t quite reach her eyes, and nodded.“Yeah… I’m fine.”She wasn’t. And now, I wanted to know why.The smell of roasted chicken
LunaThe sun was already high when we stepped out onto the deck. The ocean sparkled like it was showing off, and the salty breeze played with my damp hair. I’d thrown on a simple white dress, the fabric light enough for the weather but clingy enough to remind me I wasn’t entirely over last night. Not when Hardin’s hand slid down my lower back like it belonged there.I wasn’t sure what I expected when he said he wanted me to meet someone, but walking past sunbathers, waiters with champagne trays, and private corners still echoing with laughter from the night before—it all felt surreal. Like I wasn’t just on a yacht but in some alternate version of reality where I woke up tangled in silk sheets and lust.Hardin didn’t say much as we moved through the upper deck, only glanced down at me once with a smirk that said trust me. That same smirk made my stomach flip.We stopped at the far end of the yacht, near a shaded lounge where a man sat alone, legs crossed, a half-empty glass of scotch a
LunaI didn’t think any man could ever make me feel like this—like my body was no longer mine, like my soul was being unraveled thread by thread with every touch, every thrust, every breath.Our skin was slick with sweat, our breaths tangled in a rhythm that felt like music only we could hear. My legs—God, my legs felt like jelly, trembling uncontrollably around him. The way he moved, the way he filled me—it was too much and not enough all at once.I bit my lower lip, eyes fluttering shut as another wave surged through me. My voice cracked with a growl, raw and breathless. “F-Fuck… I’m going—”Third time. I’d already lost count after two. Twice he’d pulled me apart with just his mouth, and now I was teetering again—this time wrapped around him, lost in him.Our clothes were scattered somewhere on the floor, forgotten. Hardin’s hand slid up my body, fingers closing around my breast—his lips had claimed the same spot not long ago, leaving behind heat and hunger.I arched into him as he
Hardin Even if she hadn’t said it, I was going to do it anyway.Hell, I’d been dying to kiss her since she walked down those stairs in that dress. The black one that hugged her in all the right places and made her eyes pop like a goddamn painting. She looked unreal. Crazy beautiful. And mine. Even if she didn’t know it yet.I’d held back all evening, biting down jealousy like it was something I could swallow. Every time one of those stuck-up bastards on the yacht gave her a second glance, I wanted to snap their necks. And Luna, oblivious as ever, just stood there with that soft smile, the kind that made you want to wrap her in your arms and shield her from every idiot with wandering eyes.She didn’t realize how many men noticed her.But I did. And I hated it.So when she whispered those two words—kiss me—I didn’t need a second invitation.I pulled her close, lips claiming hers like I’d been starved for it. Because truth was, I had. I’d been starving for her—for the softness in her vo
LunaHardin’s hand didn’t leave mine. Not even once.He moved through the crowd with a quiet confidence, greeting people with nods, brief smiles, and that serious look he wore so well. Like he was always watching.And people—well, they noticed him. Eyes trailed us, whispers stirred when we passed. But no one dared approach him with anything less than respect.It didn’t take long for me to realize something.Hardin knew almost everyone on this yacht.He greeted them like old acquaintances. Men in suits, women in glittering dresses, even the crew—it was like they all knew him. Or knew of him.Which was odd, considering he never even mentioned this party until after the shopping trip.I stayed close, pretending to sip my drink while watching him from the corner of my eye. His hand occasionally slid down, resting against the small of my back. Sometimes even lower. Possessive, intentional.I wasn’t exactly comfortable with the public display, but... I didn’t stop him either.Because someho
Luna"Go for the black one."I held the dress up in front of the mirror and frowned. “It’s too short,” I said into the phone, angling the camera so Rachel could see.Her laugh crackled through the speaker. “Exactly why you should wear it.”I rolled my eyes and stared at my reflection. The dress was sleek, off-shoulder, and sinful in every way. One sharp breeze and it was game over. “If I breathe wrong, something’s gonna slip.”“You’ll be on a yacht, not hiking through a storm,” Rachel teased. “You want him to regret inviting you or regret not inviting you sooner?”I sighed and dropped the dress on the bed. “You sound way too excited about this.”Rachel scoffed. “Because I am. Hardin didn’t even mention the party until after he dropped a fortune on you. That’s rich-man language for I want you looking like a goddess on my arm.”I bit my lip, eyes drifting to the collection of bags and boxes scattered around the room. She wasn’t wrong. He’d taken me shopping, barely said a word, just tol