บททั้งหมดของ Alpha Damon And Emily, His Contract Luna : บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

Damon's POV “Why don't I still believe you?” I asked my wife Zyna, when both of us had exhausted our batteries thrusting and screaming. It was nearly midday and the sun outside looked scorching. “Have you ever believed me?” She asked me. Unlike lovers who, after such intimate relations, would do small talk about everything that doesn't relate to what they're just done, we jumped right back into the loathing we'd been engaged in before it went down. “I have trust issues. You can't blame me. I didn't meet you in the most trustworthy manner.” I added. “Fair enough. If I was to judge you by everything that happened then, I wouldn't even be considering living under the same roof as you.” Zyna retorted. “What does that even mean, bitch?” I asked. “You're in my bed.” I laughed at her. I needed a smoke! “Damon, you used to have a brother.” She said, “I can have you dead for the path you're threading.” I warned her “It would not be your first time. At least, I was war

Zac’s POV “What has that got to do with me?” I asked Zyna, Damon's wife. It suddenly seemed like everyone had gone mad. “I want to sleep with you.” Zyna said. I looked straight into her eyes. “Are you running mad?” I asked Zyna. “What the hell are you saying? And where's the wire, cause you've gotta be wearing one. I don't care what you have going on, but I'm getting my shit and going outta here.” “Zac please.” Zyna begged. “Please sit down.” “I don't want to be here!” I screamed at the top of my voice. “Zac I'm begging you.” Her tears were coming out in full stream. We were almost making a spectacle of ourselves. “Do you want me dead?” I asked her, trying to regain my cool. “No, I just want this baby.” She said, “Then go to a sperm bank or something. Yall are filthy rich, get a donor, not me!” I said to her and shrugged her hands off mine. “You're not going to hear me out, are you?” She said, her voice breaking. “I've heard you, Zyna. I've heard you

Emily's POV “Thank you for bringing me out here. You have such a great view up here, thank you for sharing.” I said, nervously wiping out non-existent creases from my dress. “Please, it was my honour, still is.” Adrian interrupted. “Well…” I had nothing else to say. We'd not even had lunch yet, and I felt filled. Maybe the hunger wasn't for food. Maybe it was for warmth, for fresh air, for companionship… “Let's go in now. I'm afraid the food must have grown terribly cold.” Adrian said, taking my hand. His hands felt big, moist and soft. “So what do you do?” I asked him, “I mean, other than being a pretty boy Alpha.” I added. “Well, I'll have you know that that's a full time job on its own, and a well paying one at that.” He laughed. “For what it's worth, I'd say you're good at your job.” I blurted. It felt like I'd just coughed up stone, and my throat was raw, waiting for the worst to happen. “That's a compliment. I really appreciate it.” He held both my h

Adrian's POV “I'm asking if you're short on cash or space. Is what he is solving a problem now, or do you just think it's a good deal, too good to pass up at any expense?” I reworded my question and put it back to her. I liked her too much to play her, or get played by her. “Why do I owe you that?” She asked me. Emily is a smart woman, smarter than I'd ever given her credit for. “Emily, what do you want with me, really? I think that's a question that needs to be answered before any other thing can make sense.” I said. “I don't know, Adrian. I'm just happy I got pulled out of the house. And yeah, you're a nice guy, and you're an eye candy.” Emily answered. “That's not comforting.” I said, truthfully. “Let me throw the question back then.” She said, “I want to marry you, Emily.” I said. “I thought about you, everyday, since the ball. I hated myself for all those years that I couldn't get close to you because you were Damon's catch. Emily, I no longer care. I want t

Adrian's POV “Thank you.” I said as Emily let me in. I'd been in that car for a little over an hour. Our ride home was a lot to think about. I wished I didn't fill the car with music, but it's the most sensible escape I could think of. Plus, I was annoyed myself. I felt like a pest. I didn't feel appreciated, worse still, it felt like she'd made up her mind not to take me seriously. And that shit hurts! It does! “I was just gonna tuck myself in bed.” She said, in a no nonsense tone. “Emily, please. Ease up, let's talk. Do you want me to run a hot water bath for you?” I asked her. I wasn't too happy myself, but I recognise that nothing good will come out of both of us having an attitude. “That's generous, and funny, but no, thank you.” She said, “At least, you look more welcoming.” I breathed out. “What do you want, Adrian?” she asked, picking her nails and looking at her feet. “You're not mad enough to look me in the eyes?” I asked, teasing and smirking. “