Ava’s Point of View
The second I reach the guest room, I slam the door shut behind me and lock it.
Then I just stand there.
Staring at the door.
Breathing hard.
“What the actual hell?”
I whisper to myself.
My heart is still pounding violently in my chest and I drag both hands through my hair in frustration.
This has to be some kind of joke.
Some kind of sick cosmic prank.
Because there is absolutely no way that the man from the bar…
The man I slept with…
The man I have been dreaming about for weeks…
Is Luna’s father.
I groan loudly before turning and pacing across the room.
“Nope. Nope. Absolutely not.”
I mutter.
How is this even possible?
What are the chances?
Actually no.
Don’t answer that.
Because clearly my luck is just that terrible.
I flop face-first onto the be
