Not his Luna (the Luna series book 3)

CHAPTER TWO

AYANA’s POV.

After three freaking years, he comes back and guess what? I jumped into his arms and told him how much I missed him. I was the one who called off the engagement because my own father threatened me. He didn’t want me to get married to Jack because Jack and I shared different views which I was ready to compromise no matter what. Jack didn’t believe in a woman working after marriage and he talked to me about it. I decided to quit modeling after our wedding and it was a decision I made on my own without any kind of pressure.

I have been in the entertainment industry since I was fifteen and I have made a name for myself since then. Everyone loved Ayana stones, everyone wanted me in their movie and I was doing everything I could until Jack called me one day and I decided to call off the wedding. We were supposed to be married in two months. My father is the founder and CEO of the biggest real estate company in the country, he has made a lot of money that would last up to ten of our generations even though none of them decide to work. Jack’s father was the chief justice of the country and everything I would ever want in a man. He had everything, he could offer me everything but somehow my father didn’t just agree with his perspective and confronted my fiancé about it and that’s how I found myself fianceless and away from public eye for three years until Malachi’s offer came in. My agency contacted me and I agreed, anything to get away from this house and its suffocating tendency. I would have easily moved out of the house but somehow, my mother knew how to emotionally blackmail me and that’s how I found myself living with them even when I could afford everything I wanted in life all by myself.

But here I am in New York with Jack’s hand snaked around my waist in front of the hotel. Someone knocked at my door earlier and I opened the door to see him there. How did he know I was here? I had a lot in my mind but I didn’t ask, I was just happy to see him. We spent a lot of time together until he finally decided to leave. He said even though we have been apart from each other for three years, he says he had been keeping an eye on me and knew everything about me. I was excited, I could feel the adrenaline rush.

But all that became a fleeting memory when this stranger bumped into me and kept saying things I couldn’t understand.

“A celebrity kissing someone like that, aren’t you afraid of what the public would say?” He blurts out, a grin on his face. My eyes travel over him as I take in all of his features. He has a face I wouldn’t be able to forget even if I tried. Chiseled jaw, onyx eyes that seem to hold a lot of depth. His hair cut so short and it fits his handsome face perfectly. He is clearly standing at 6ft or he can be more than that, with his broad shoulders fitting perfectly into his leather jacket… one word… flirt. I know people like him, who try to use their charms to get women into their beds. Sorry for him, I am way past that league.

Even after rebuking him and walking away, he still follows me into the hotel. Ughhh!!! The urge to turn around and slap him hard.

“Will you quit following me?” I finally snap in anger, turning to him, “how dare you?”

“You do not own this hotel, Ayana” Mr pretty face cuts me off but that’s not what gets my attention. It’s the fact that he knows my name. He knows me but how? Well, maybe he saw a movie of mine, I am sure of that.

“I am going to my room” he says again, “does that sound like following you?”

“Whatever” I roll my eyes to the back of my head and storms off. I won’t get upset today. Jack came back, everything is fine now. We can get married and I will still quit working like we planned. It wouldn’t be that hard!

Pretty face is still behind me, even when I walk into the elevator. He is just like a f*****g glue that won’t come off. What the heck?

“What do you think you are doing?”

Without saying anything, he pulls out a candy from his pocket and starts to munch on it rather quietly but for some f****d up reason, I can still hear him chew.

“Want some?”

“Keep your candy to yourself”

“Says someone who can not keep her p***y to herself after her engagement broke off”

My hand immediately collides with his face in a tight slap. How dare he? Who the heck does he think he is to speak to me in that manner?

“Who the hell do you think you are?” I ask, anger brimming in my eyes, “how dare you speak to me like that?”

“Who was that?” He inquires, unfazed about the slap I gave him. I watch him throw another candy into his mouth before dragging his gaze back to me, “what’s his name? Does your ex know you have another man?”

“It’s none of your business”

“Of course” he smiles at me, “it isn’t. I was just looking out for my favorite celebrity”

His phone chose that moment to ring and I have never been happier for a distraction. I watch him pull it out and press it against his ear.

“Hmm…okay..room 407…sure” after that he ends the call and returns his gaze back to me. From the look on his face, I am clearly older than him so why the heck does he keep talking to me like we are some kind of acquaintance? He leans towards me and I arch my back away from him. This pervert, how dare he? Pretty face presses the close button on the elevator before pulling away and I let out a little sigh…what the actual f**k?

“You shouldn’t get involved with so many men, Ayana” he says again, “it doesn’t look well on you”

“Like I care about your opinion” I snap in his face, “you better stop talking to me”

“Sure” he shrugs, “I will stop”

The elevator falls silent and I have never been more grateful. I just want to stay away from this man. He is a f*****g weirdo, I know it for a fact.

Luckily the door opens up but he steps out before me, trapping me between him and the door.

“It was lovely talking to you, Ayana” he says again, “I hope we get to see soon” before I can respond, he has already walked off. His steps are precise like someone who didn’t have any cares in the world. I stare at him until he stops in front of the room, someone is already waiting and after a few seconds, they both make their way inside. His door is just two doors away from mine, what the flying heck?

Walking into my room, I slam the door close and sprawl myself on the bed. Good thoughts only! I am only going to think about Jack and nothing more. He is back, that is more than enough for me. Echo’s project will be my last. I am going to retire and focus on my family. As if on cue, my mobile starts to ring and his name pops up. A smile light up on my face..I love hearing his voice.

“Hey pretty woman!” His voice filters into my ear and the smile on my face intensifies. Now he is making me feel like a young school girl in love.

“Hey! Home yet?”

“Hmm” he answers, “just got in. Maybe you should have actually reconsidered coming here with me”

“And risk the public trying to poke their nose into my business?”

Jack gives a sultry laugh, one that makes my heart melt. Jack knows how to make me smile without even trying “It’s not like I care though” he says again, “I mean this time around, I am here to make you my wife, Ayana. I won’t let anything or anyone stop us this time around. You get that right?”

“Of course, I do”

“That’s good. Take some rest okay? I will bring you to the airport tomorrow morning”

“It’s fine babe, that has already been settled”

“I will still come to see you off okay?”

“Okay, I will be waiting”

After another few minutes, the call finally ends and the room falls silent again, the sound of the busy street outside the only accompaniment. I thought I would be upset if Jack ever came back but I found myself jumping into his embrace. I guess I loved him too much to be upset with him. He had spent the last three years doubling on his resources, he never wants me to lack even on a single thing. He owns one of the finest wine making companies in the country aside from the family business and his father’s status. My mind somehow drifts to that pretty face again, he has so much confidence which would have been impressive if he was not such a jackass.

My thoughts are interrupted when my phone beeps.. the same message. I have been getting this same message for three years now and it comes at exactly the same time.

“My Ayana…mine”

At first I was scared it would be my stalker but no one had ever attacked me or said anything to me. I finally decided to think of that person as my die hard fan. Only that today, another message follows.

“Do you like to play?”