The bedroom was enormous, decorated in a masculine tone of gray and black. It was dimly lit - mood lighting, she supposed - and Luna found herself standing a few feet away from a large king-sized bed.
Luna knew exactly what could happen the instant they entered this suite. She wasn't going to lie to herself. Deep in her heart, she still wished that this man would be like the male lead she had read in her favorite romance novel... a gentleman, sweet, dotting, and respectful, a man who wouldn't do this thing without love for his pattern.
However, she knew right from the start that he was not that type of man. He clearly showed her and even told her the very first time they met, that he didn't do love and never would. In short, he might only want a girlfriend for company or his s****l
