Luther is perched on the edge of the bed in his room. The wind from his open balcony door not calming the anxiety and pain he felt of not ironing out stuff with Mona earlier on. She was stubborn but kind to those she loved, and he believed Luna Charissa was using it against her. He texts her phone but she doesn’t reply. He had tried calling her, but she had cut the line. He knew his decision about Charissa was the right one. He had to protect his Mona. A smirk appeared on his face.
“Maybe if Charissa outs us, it would be an opportunity for us to be together.” He groans, he gets up, walks to the door and then goes back to bed. He knew he could not go to her room, it would only give Charissa more ammunition against them.
“Damn!” he cusses out loud, his frustration palpable. He closes his
