The Unexpected Luna

Sarah sighed as she watched the hand on the clock slowly move. She was finishing up paper work needed for tomorrow's meeting, given Serina was too busy sucking the boss's d**k to be bothered. "Slut." she said aloud, uncaring if anyone heard. Her friends had invited her out for a night on the town and in a moment of weakness she had said yes. She had tried to back out but her friends weren't taking no for an answer. Hours later, she was staring at herself in the mirror. Her "friends" had put her in an obscenely exposing outfit. She was wearing a tight fitting red dress that stopped high on her thighs and dipped down to her tail bone. The front was saggy across her breast and cut to expose her ample cleavage. "I'm naked. I'm absolutely naked." She declared with a thick English accent. Her friends giggled while she shot them death glares. "Not legally." Cass replied. "I can't do this. I'm completely exposed. I think I just saw my nipple." She tugged at the material, hopelessly trying to cover herself. She already had a curvy figure and this "dress" wasn't helping. One wrong move and all her business would be exposed. She groaned. "Oh hush." Cass said with a scowl. Cassandra, Ebony, and Sandy had been her friends since grade school and had helped her when her parents were killed. She instantly fell silent and looked at the floor. Their killer was still at large somewhere living his or her life. She felt a sudden surge of energy flow through her body. That same uneasy scratching returned. She shook her head and looked back in the mirror. "You're thinking about them again aren't you?" Ebony asked. Funny that the girl who was as white as a ghost was named Ebony. "They were killed in their own homes. All for ten dollars." All three hugged her and sighed. "Time to go. Just let go tonight. Get drunk and forget, if only for a little while." She planned on doing just that. When they arrived, the girls all sat at a table towards the back of the club, scoping out the room for hot guys. Well, the others were. Sarah was busy downing drinks like they were water. Suddenly they all hit and she giggled when her friends asked if she was ok. "She's fuckin hammered." Ebony said as she laughed hysterically. "Good." Replied Cass. Sandy had her tongue down some stranger's throat while dry humping him. Sarah nodded and went to the dance floor. Little did she know her friends were already requesting songs they knew turned her into a stripper. Song after song, she dominated the dance floor. She swayed in time to the music and twerked like a pro to others. Tonight was her night to cut loose and forget about her parents, forget about her dull life and just be free. Suddenly, a loud crash caught her attention. She searched the crowd for the source when she saw a young woman about her age throwing a tantrum. "What do you mean you won't marry me?!" She shrieked. Poor guy she was yelling at looked annoyed. She let her gaze roam over his 6"2 body. He was solid but slim with soft black hair and hazel eyes. Oh his eyes. She bit her lip. She should help him. The thought was pleasing so she acted on it. She walked up to him and slid her arms around his waist. "There you are hunny. I fear I've had way too much to drink." The woman only grew more furious. He, however, looked amused. He lovingly grabbed her hands and made her hold him tighter. "I can see that, my love." Oh god his voice was like silk. It sent shivers down her spine and made her lady parts act up. "Who the f**k is she?" The small woman asked. "This is my new wife. We're going tomorrow to pick out a ring." "WHAT?!" She shrieked. "Geez. Who grabbed you by the gizzard?" The man chuckled while the girl grew red and slapped Sarah. A tense hush fell over the pair. Long moments passed before she finally spoke. Sarah once again felt a sudden surge of energy and whatever the woman saw in her eyes made her back down. "Touch me again you'll regret it." Her new male friend pulled her close and cooed to her. "Easy love." He then faced the woman as she spoke to him, her courage rediscovered. "Our packs need this union." Whatever that meant. He shook his head. "You need this union, not me. Like I said, I am already married. Now f**k off." She stood straight and held her head high. Her blonde curls falling over her shoulders. "Father will hear of this." With that she left. "So "hunny", shall we dance?" Sarah giggled and nodded her head. "f**k yea." The two danced for a few hours before she was falling over from how much she drank. The rest of the night was a blur of lights and sounds. The next morning she woke to the sound of a phone ringing. She hissed when she opened her eyes. Even just the little bit of sunlight that was coming in through the window was too much. She stretched and laid in bed for a few moments before the phone rang again. She sighed, rolling out of bed. She patted around on the floor trying to find the source. She finally found the ringing annoyance and grabbed what she assumed was her phone and answered. "Hello?" "Who is this?" An angry Russian sounding voice said. "Who is this?" She shot back, annoyed that this stranger had called her phone and was being an ass. "Where is the boss? how did you get his phone?" Boss? His phone? She had sat back down on the bed and pulled the phone away from her ear when the man started cussing at her, only for a large hand to snatch it away. She looked over to see the man she vaguely remembered from last night, place the phone to his ear and yell at the man in Russian. Then he gave her the phone back. "For future references, that is my phone." He merely rolled over and went back to sleep. "Hello?" She asked. "I am sorry my lady. I didn't know you were our new mistress." "It's fine" Sarah said, confused, and hung up. She face planted back into the sheets. After a few seconds, she shot back up. She looked around and realized she was in a hotel room, naked, and in bed with a naked man. *Oh god* she groaned in her head. What the hell had she just done? She of all people just had a one night stand with a man she could only assume was mafia by the way that guy talked. She started to panic when the gorgeous man gently brushed the hair away from her face. "Are you alright, love?" he asked. His face held a worried expression and amusement. "I have no idea what's going on and I'm so very sorry for whatever happened last night. But I have to go right now." Sarah scurried out of bed and was fumbling around for her clothes when she was suddenly pulled back into bed. "Oh no you dont. You caused quite a commotion at the club last night and claimed me as your husband. And on top of that," he paused while pointing to her ring finger, "We are officially married as of last night." Sarah stared at him blankly while trying to process what he had just said her. Married?! Like as in husband and wife, till death us part married? "I think we should give this a chance." His words made her snap back to reality and she was about to protest when he cut her off. "Look, you did actually save me last night. I hate that dreadful b***h and you laying claim to me most certainly knocked her down a couple of pegs. But that's not all. I had a really wonderful night and had I not seen this actually going any farther than a casual one night f**k, I wouldn't have married you." He handed her a photo that was placed in an expensive-looking gold frame. It was of them. Her cheeks flushed from the alcohol but she couldn't deny the genuine smile she had on her face. The smile she used to have before her parents were taken from her. She bit her lip. She didn't know what to say. So many questions, so many concerns. First things first though. Sarah needed to know her new husband's name. "Dara." He said, as if he knew what she was thinking. "Mind reader much?" "You actually mumbled something about my name, so I answered." Sarah sighed and curled up in his lap. She was tired and massively hung over and didn't want to think. "Sleep, I'll make us breakfast." With that she went back to sleep. She needed to be rested before deciding what to do. This was shaping up to be an interesting day.