Chapter 21 CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
MAX’S POV
I sat at my desk, going through the interrogation document. We tried Ethan’s plan, following Gwen's every move and searching her stuff, but found nothing incriminating.
Gwen might be angry at Zaria for taking her place as the Luna, but I am certain Gwen isn't capable of murder.
Zaria had been avoiding me all week. She barely sleeps in our room, and if she does, I am never awake to see her.
She leaves for class early in the morning, and it pisses me off, why the fuck does she have to act this way? Women gush over me, but why is Zaria different?
“I need a guard here,” I yelled and immediately, a guard entered my office, and bowed.
“I am at your service, your grace,” He said, with his head still bowed.
“I need the Luna here now, tell her it's urgent!” I said, and he gave a nod and walked off.
A few minutes later, I heard a knock at the door.
“The Luna is here to see you,” The guard said and before I could even give a reply, Zaria pushed the door open.
I watched as she swayed her hips side to side, till she stood across from me, bringing a smile to my face.
“Hello,” I smirked.
“Hi,” She whispered, unable to keep eye contact with me.
My eyes dropped to her body, she was wearing a black fitted dress that didn't cover her knees, sheer stockings, and a high-heeled shoe.
Her hair was packed in a bouncy ponytail, making me imagine how it would feel to drag her by the hair, as I messed with her sex.
“Focus!” I muttered to myself.
“Take a seat” I ordered, as I rested my back on the chair.
“You could have said please,” She mumbled, as she took a seat, holding her purse tightly. Her eyes met mine.
I rocked my chair, as I watched her. She is fucking gorgeous, and the kind of sexual tension that radiates from her is intoxicating.
Her long brown hair, brown eyes, and big kissable lips. I have never thought of Zaria this way, and I couldn’t remember how it even started.
“You wanted to see me?” She asked softly, biting her bottom lip, increasing my arousal for her.
I adjust my underpants, before clearing my throat.
“Yes,” I replied to her question, without breaking eye contact. “I did”
“What about?” She asked rudely, raising an eyebrow.
I sat back on my chair, angry at her attitude. I didn’t apologize but we were supposed to be way past that.
“What the fuck are you doing sleeping in Elara’s chambers, you are the fucking Luna, even if this is a trial marriage,” I said, trying to speak politely, even though I knew I sucked at it.
“You asked me that yesterday,” She snapped. “And I am certain you know the answer to that”
“I am asking you again now. Stop this fucking attitude!” I growled, getting impatient.
She narrowed her eyebrow, obviously annoyed.
I sat forward in my seat. “You need to come back to our chambers, the guards will start to talk!”
I don’t care about what the guards, maids, or servants talk about, I just want her back. I hate having to pick up a fight with her every damn time.
“I can because you are a big problem!” She snapped, hitting the desk very hard.
“Me!” I asked, affronted. “If I remember correctly, you were all over me that day, telling me to kiss you”
Her cheeks reddened, I couldn't tell if it was out of embarrassment or pleasure.
She shifted a strand of hair behind her ears, trying to avoid any eye contact with me.
“If you don’t have anything, pack-related, to talk to me about, I would get going,” She said, putting her purse together.
I clenched my jaw as I stared at her, the tension between us was palpable.
“Can you sleep in our room tonight?” I asked, politely.
Her eyes held mine, “No!”
“Why the fuck not?” I asked, getting terribly frustrated.
“Because I don’t want history to repeat itself!” She replied, standing to her feet.
I clenched my jaw, to stop myself from smirking, my interest in her is growing every fucking second. “History would be kind to me, for I intend to write it” I chuckled, with my eyes still fixed on her.
“Quoting Winston Churchill now, Max Blackwood?” she rolled her eyes.
I smiled, her intelligence is intriguing.
“Interesting! I would love to make my quote, but you haven’t given me the chance to” I scoffed, sipping from my scotch.
“That is fucking lame,” She chuckled, finally a happy sound from her, it made my heart flutter.
“I demand that you spend this night with me, I would not do anything you don’t want,” I assured, crossing my index finger and my pinky finger, as a sign of pinky swear.
“I can't,” she smiled.
How can she reject me and be happy about it, this woman is driving me insane.
“Why not?” I gulped hard.
“Elara would be washing my hair.” She replied, touching her brown hair, which wasn’t even dirty.
“Why would you want to wash it, when you can get it dirty and messy,” I smirked, with a raised eyebrow.
She shrugged casually. “Honestly, I am not just interested in you Max! You are not my type”
I stared at her, with my eyes wide open, her words fucking stung and it kept rolling at the back of my head.
“I am every woman’s type,” I insisted, and she just shrugged again.
“You don’t just have what it takes, Bye!” With that, she left my office. Leaving me dumbfounded.
For the first time since my birth, I felt insecure about my looks, I am what all women would call exquisite. Is she seeing someone else?
“Guard!” I yelled, and another guard rushed in, with urgency.
“Is there a threat, Your grace?” He asked, searching for something.
“What, fuck No!” I snapped. “Follow Zaria, I want to know who she is seeing”
He nodded and went off to deliver the assignment, when I get the motherfucker, I would take his balls off.