This whole situation is fucked up. Kian looks like a man who’d be sitting with a gun in his lap when Luna brings home a boy. I can imagine what he’d do to a man. Hell, I’d do the same. I’d fuck up his face so badly his family wouldn’t recognize him.
Obviously, I won’t be telling him it was me who left that mark, and plan to leave many more.
It’s on the tip of my tongue to give him Aaron’s name. I’d be on board if Kian wants to kick that little punk’s ass. In fact, I’d be right there helping him.
But I hold it back. Luna asked me to not say anything, and as much as Aaron deserves to have his face bashed in, I won’t go back on my word.
“I haven’t seen her with any boys,” I tell him instead.
He nods, the muscles in his jaw twitching. “Thanks.”
He finishes off the rest of his drink and sets the glass down. He slaps the bar as he gets to his feet.
“It was nice meeting you.” He holds his hand out for me to shake. “Let me know if Luna gives you any trouble in class, not that I expect her to. She takes after her mother more than me, and Rachel was valedictorian.”
“You got it.”
He walks off, leaving me at the bar alone.
As wrong as the situation is, and at the risk of getting my ass handed to me by her father once he finds out—and he will eventually—my cock still turns hard when I think about all the dirty things I have left to teach Luna.
Chapter 10
LUNA
I lay on my stomach on my bed with my feet kicked up behind me. I have a magazine in front of me, but I’m not really paying attention to the articles. I just got done telling Hannah what happened between Mr. Monroe and me last Friday and then again on Monday.
She’s quiet on her side of the line—too quiet—and it concerns me. I wait her out, because I know it’s coming.
“Ho-ly mother of Hell,” she explodes as predicted. “If I weren’t your best friend and know you can’t lie for shit, I wouldn’t believe you.” She squeals, the sound piercing. “I’m so damn proud of you, Lu!”
I snort. “Thanks. I’m still not quite sure what came over me. You know me, Hannah. What I did was in no way in my nature.”
“Guess you never came across something you wanted bad enough to really go after it. I’m actually kind of jealous of you right now.”
This makes me laugh. “You jealous of me?”
“Girl, please.” She tsks. “I’ve been jealous of you plenty of times. You’re beautiful, smart, you kick ass with your writing, and your parents are amazing.”
“You’re beautiful and smart too.”
“Maybe so,” she responds. “But you’re smart without even trying. And your beauty is natural. I have to spend thirty minutes on my face in the mornings to perfect the look I want everyone to see.”
“Daniel thinks you’re beautiful just the way you are,” I remind my friend.
Her breath crackles across the line with her scoff. “He’s a horny teenage boy, so he thinks any girl is beautiful so long as she has big boobs and a hole to stick his dick in.”
A strangled laugh escapes me. “That is not true, and you know it. That boy is obsessed with you.”
“Only because I give amazing blowjobs.”
I shake my head, even though she can’t see it. “You’re delusional, Hannah. Daniel would walk through fire for you. Everyone but you can see that.”
“Eh, maybe. Enough about me though. You know I’ve always been curious what it would be like to sleep with an older man. Since none of the teachers at Beacon High are hot like your Mr. Monroe, I have to live precariously through you. I want all the dirty details.”
I giggle and roll to the side of my bed to sit up, tossing the magazine on my nightstand. “The only thing I’ll say is that he made me feel things I never thought were possible.”
“Nuh uh, I want more than that.”