Semua Bab THE STAINED LUNA: An Affair With My Mate's Father: Bab 1 - Bab 10

The voices and the disgusting skin slaps get louder with each ticking second. I’m yet to wrap my head around the heart-shattering reality glaring at me at the moment. I glance at the door, really considering going in, not because I wanna confront Damon, but because I wanna see for myself that it isn’t my best friend, Penelope in there with him. The voice may sound like hers but I wanna believe it’s not. It shouldn’t be. It can't be. She’s not capable of hurting me like this."I can't believe Anastasia used to have such a sweet dick all to herself. She’s such a greedy bore," the female voice moans out again, and it’s not helping that she’s sounding more and more like Penelope in every word she says.Like to give me the confirmation I need, Damon grunts. "I can’t believe such a hottie like you is her best friend either. Like, how do you put up with her boring ass?"It is Penelope. With that realization comes a painful wreck of my heart. I break down into heavy sobs, crashing against t

Two weeks have passed in a blur, and my life is back to being sad, boring, and miserable. Damon is barely around, as he seems to be spending most of his time with Penelope. I see her texting him endlessly about their upcoming vacations, dinner dates, shopping sprees, and the amazing sex they commemorate their days with.As much as it yanks my heart into shreds, I still can't bring myself to confront Damon about it. Having a one-night stand with his father rid me of the right to confront him because I feel just as guilty. I can't confront Penelope either. I love that girl to bits and I fear I may just break down to tears if I do go to meet her. Because no matter how badly she’s hurt me, I still have a massive soft spot for her. It’s stupid of me but it’s there, just for her.So yeah, I’m bottling up the guilt, pain, heartbreak, and agony. I try not to spend much time alone as it always makes me backpedal into conjuring the images of the night I spent with Victor. I end up touching myse

As I approached Damon, a sense of apprehension gnawed at my insides, my steps hesitant and cautious. His usually composed and aloof demeanor is now twisted into a mask of fury and rage, his eyes blazing with an intensity that sends shivers down my spine. Before I can even utter a word, his hand collides with my cheek in a stinging slap, the force of the blow sending shockwaves of pain radiating through my skull. I stumble backward, my vision swimming with tears as I struggled to comprehend the sudden onslaught of violence. But Damon isn't finished yet. With a strong grip on the collar of my dress, he yanks me towards him, his face so close to mine that I could smell his breath, it reeks of alcohol and bitterness. It is then that I realize he's drunk, his senses clouded all the alcohol he took. As he glares down at me with a mixture of what seems like contempt and disdain, a very sickening realization dawns upon me. Penelope, of course it has to be Penelope. That scheming biatch.

The rest of the day passes by in a blur with me attending to a few women, pushing our new clothing brand further and having dinner alone because Damon gave me one look and decided that I was repulsive and he'd rather eat out with a bunch of his friends. With possibly Penelope inclusive.It's nine pm and I'm dressed In a backless cami dress with a thigh high split. Black as Victor wants. The faux suede chunky heeled sandals with ankle strap is cream colored. I also have a faux fur coat. I reach for my bag on the bed and that moment my phone rings. It's Vincent, but it just has ‘V’ displaying on the screen. I pick the call at third ring to not come off desperate.“Hey” His deep attention seeking voice comes from the other end. “You still coming?”His voice keeps doing foreign things to me, so I take a moment to compose myself before replying. “Hmm” I take a sharp breath. “Yeah, will be there soon”“I will be waiting” He response is soft.I hummed a bye before ending the call. I grab th

Victor arrives a few minutes later, carrying two empty ceramic dishes adorned with sunflower patterns. He sets them down on the pristine white dining table before disappearing back into the kitchen. Moments later, he reappears, this time holding a ceramic soup pot in one hand and a tantalizing apple pie in the other. My mouth waters at the sight of the delicious spread before me.After placing the dishes on the table, He excuses himself to go freshen up, explaining that he's soaked in sweat, which I don't mind. Picture him shirtless, his skin glistening with sweat, and and tell me you don't feel what I feel.As he heads upstairs to change, he encourages me to take a look around while he's gone. I nod absentmindedly, my gaze already wandering around the room as I eagerly await his return.I step into what looks like a cozy resting room, furnished with oversized sofas, a bean bag, a flat-screen TV, and even a fireplace, creating a warm and inviting atmosphere. As I take in the room, I n