All My Tomorrows Are Yours: LUNA MOON SERIES BOOK 1

by Tia KENZIE

  Rome lunges forward, wrapping me in his arms. “What’s up?”

  I don’t answer, I’m not even sure what the answer is. I shrug. “I don’t know what I’m doing, I’ve no clue at all.”

  He wipes my tears with his thumbs, “shall I tell you which I like?”

  I nod.

  “Okay sweet Luna, let me take a look.” He sits up and leans over the trays, looking at all the different choices. He’s there a while, looking back at me in thought, then looking back to the rings. After a while, he picks one up, hiding it in his fist. He turns to me. “Now, this is the one I would pick for you. If you don’t like it just change it, okay?”

  I nod. He opens his fingers to reveal a beautiful, heart shaped diamond. It’s not massive, or small either. It’s medium sized and perfect looking. I take it from his hand, to take a closer look. “It’s beautiful, I’ll have this one.”

  “Are you sure?” I nod. He takes it from me, sliding it onto my ring finger. It looks absolutely perfect and fits just right. I smile up at him.

  “Do you want to know why I picked that one?” He whispers. I nod. “I didn’t pick the biggest because I know that’s not you. You are not the kind of person who needs in your face jewelry. You like understated things, with meaning to them.

  I chose the heart, because you stole mine, back on the beach. I meant it when I said it Luna. So, do you still like it?”

  I nod again. “Yeah, it’s perfect, thanks. How did you know I like things with meaning?”

  He points to the small bracelet on my wrist, with the tiny moon and star charm, also the heart charm that Dante just gave me. "I'm guessing they mean something to you. You keep touching them."

  I nod, wiping my stray tears. Damn, he's right. Whenever I'm feeling stressed my hand automatically goes straight to the bracelet, the action bringing me comfort at the feel of it.

  Rome deals with the man, who appreciates our ‘great choice’, then leads him out. I decide I need to shower because I feel grubby. Rome leads to me to a bedroom that has a bathroom attached. It’s obvious from all the possessions lying around, that this is Rome’s room. I don’t comment, but I am wondering if I’m expected to share with him.

  My things are still in my suitcase on the bed, so I rifle through it to find clean clothes. I opt for shorts, vest top and a hoody, comfort clothing. I head into the bathroom and taking my new ring off, I place it on the vanity unit, to keep safe. I glance about but can’t find any obvious cameras. Deciding it’s safe I undress and climb into the massive, multi-head shower. Hot water flows over me like a waterfall, it’s fantastic. I notice my toiletries have been placed in here, wonderful! At least I can wash my hair properly.

  After scrubbing myself clean, I step out of the shower and wrap up in a large, fluffy grey towel. Feeling completely lost and not knowing what to do I drop to the floor, wrapped in the towel, with my back against the wall. The tears come then. Not just tears, but large, gut wrenching sobs. How the hell have I got myself in this situation? I’m scared and confused, and so very, very lost.

  I’m still crying when I hear Rome calling me, through the door. He’s asking me to unlock it, but I don’t. I ignore him, hoping he’ll just go away. It goes quiet, then I hear a scraping noise. Fucker! He’s picking the lock. The door opens and Rome stands there, with a sad expression.

  He enters the room, leans down and picks me up. He carries me to his bed – I notice my suitcase has gone – then he lays me under the covers, covering me up. He leaves me alone and I continue to cry.

  I must have dropped to sleep because when I open my eyes, it’s dark outside. The towel is tight around me, twisted funny. I use my hand to whip it away and revel in the feel of the soft sheets against my naked body. The door opens. Shit! I’m naked! I’m under the covers, but still naked! I flip onto my front, facing away from the door.

  I hear Rome approach the bed, then it dips as he climbs on. Thank God he’s stayed on top! “Are you hungry?” He asks. I just shake my head. I am hungry but for some reason I’ve decided to act like a spoilt brat. I mean, come on. Rome is as much in the shit as me. Then I have a thought. Oh my God! What if he really doesn’t want this either? How can I be married to someone who doesn’t love me, or want me? I’ve not even stopped to consider his feelings.

  He moves my hair to the side and starts stoking my neck, softly.

  “Luna, you need to eat. We both do. I’ve ordered pizza, will you have some with me?” He carries on stroking my neck... I’ve got to be honest; his touch is absolutely, fucking killing me. Electricity shoots from his touch, right to my core. The more he strokes, the deeper my arousal grows.

  He stops, leaning over me. “You have a tattoo?”

  Shit! “Yeah, does that mean we can’t get married now. You know, with me being damaged and all?” Hope flares inside.

  He just laughs. “Sorry, but no, plus you’re not damaged Luna. You are perfect.” He leans closer, tracing the tattoo with his fingers. It starts at the base of my neck, reaching down towards my spine. “All my tomorrows are yours….” He whispers. “Who is this for?” I don’t answer. “Luna, who owns all your tomorrow’s?”

  “Nobody, anymore.” I whisper. “Well, probably you now, I suppose.”

  He sighs loudly. “Do you have any more tattoos?” He asks.

  I nod. “One more, lower down.”

  “Can I look?” He asks again.

  I don’t answer, I just shrug.

  He slowly lowers the sheet; the fucker also trails his fingers against my bare skin while he does it. He lowers it until the top of my ass is only just covered. I know what he’s looking at, it’s my shooting star tattoo. It’s for Dante, my star. He never even got to see it!

  Rome leans over, tracing it with his fingers. Then he puts his lips on it, kissing softly. “Why a shooting star?” He whispers.

  “You wouldn’t understand. It doesn’t matter anymore.”

  “Luna, it matters to you. I think your tattoos are beautiful, just like you. I would like to know the meaning of them, but I will wait, for you decide I’ve earned the right to know.” He kisses the shooting star again.

  “Make a wish.” I say.

  “What?”

  “You are supposed to make a wish when you see a shooting star. You need to make one.”

  I feel him lay back on the bed beside me. He sighs, making a funny humming noise. I turn my head to him. “What are you doing? Are you having a seizure or something?”

  He laughs. “No, I’m thinking. That’s my thinking noise.”

  “Oh my God! Are you like 5?”

  “Ha, funny! I’ve got it, prepare for my wish, sweet Luna.” I smile, he’s so dorky. He leans back over my ass and kisses the shooting star again.

  “Dear shooting star. I would like you to grant me my wish. My wish is that sweet Luna will fall madly in love with me. She already has my heart to keep, so I need her to keep close by me, always, as without her I couldn’t live. Thank you.”

  I still, my breath stills. Is he for real? That was so lovely, but I’m not sure if he meant it or was just messing about.

  “Well, what do you think?” His voice is husky.

  “I think you need to get away from my ass dude.”

  He laughs and pulls up to lay beside me, looking into my eyes. “I mean it Luna. I really do.” He clears his throat and jumps off the bed, telling me to get changed and come out for pizza.

  I lay there a while, totally shell shocked. Oh my God! Does he mean it? It certainly felt like he did. I’m obviously attracted to him. I mean, my body was on fire just now, with his touch. And back at the club when I had to kiss him, there was definite, explosive passion. Fuck! I think this may be real! And I admit I feel a bit excited by it. I’m actually craving more of his touch.

  I rush to get dressed in the vest top and shorts I got out earlier. Then I throw the hoody on; in case we go outside. My hair is wet, so I quickly put it up in a messy bun. I’m making my way through to the living room when the e
levator announces its arrival. I’m thinking it’s probably the pizza, but I stop. Something makes me hang back. I’m nervous in case it’s Rome’s Uncle. I do not want to see him!

  I hang back in the shadows, waiting and listening. I hear Rome’s voice. “Lola! What the hell are you doing here?” He growls at someone. “You need to leave, now.” I can hear heels clipping on the wooden floor.

  “Rome, darling, don’t be like that. I’ve missed you. I’ve had a shit day and you are the only thing that makes me feel better. I need you to fuck me as hard as possible, like only you can. Come on, how about the hot tub? That always gets you going. I’ll even let you take my ass this time.” A female voice announces, heels clipping away. I hear the doors open onto the deck. Wow, she’s classy!

  I gasp, not sure what to do now. I feel fucking hurt, what the hell? She was talking like this is a regular thing. Up the ass? Dirty bitch.

  I need to leave, like right now. I grab my phone from the hallway table and race to the elevator, grabbing my chucks off the floor on the way. Rome sees me and calls out my name. I reach the elevator and push the button, ignoring him. Thankfully the doors open straight away.

  But they don’t close quick enough. Rome tries to follow me in. “Stop, please. I’ll get rid of her.” He’s holding onto my arm. “Please Luna, don’t leave.”

  I pull my arm out of his hold and slap him as hard as I can, across the face.

  “Fuck off back to your slut, Rome! And you can forget about everything. I will not be marrying you, ever!” I seethe out at him, furiously wiping tears off my cheeks.

  “Rome, are you coming?” I hear the dirty bitch shout.

  I laugh, once, loudly. “Just give him 5 minutes bitch! I’m sure he will be then!” I shout into the apartment. Then I turn to him again. “Fuck you man whore, and your fucking skank.”

  I push him back into the apartment, just as the doors close.

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  I’m half expecting him to be waiting for me when the doors open, on the ground floor. He’s not, thankfully it’s clear.

  I race for the exit with tears pouring down my face. I hear someone calling me, but I don’t know who. I don’t stop to look.

  I find a path that leads me to the beach and make my way to the edge of the water. I stand there a while, just listening to the waves. Not wanting to be followed by Rome, I take off in the direction of Grace Glory.

  Who the hell is he, really? Is it a regular thing, where women just turn up to demand sex and what? He performs? Fucking hell fire!

  Taking my phone, I decide I need help. I can’t contact Talia (I don’t want her involved in this, it may be dangerous for her), I can’t contact Colt/Prince either. That just leaves Toby or Blaze. I’m aware I’m taking a risk, using my phone, but what else can I do?

  Blaze replies straight away, texting back to say he’ll meet me further down the beach. I didn’t decide on Toby, as he’ll no doubt be with Dante.

  A short time later I see headlights from a vehicle, parked up on the road that runs parallel to the beach. Blaze flashes the lights to prove it’s him.

  I get in the front passenger seat, to find Blaze smoking a joint. He wordlessly hands it over and I start on it straight away. A few puffs later and I’m chilled out. I’m still crying, but at least I’m chilled.

  I’m just about to start telling Blaze what’s happened when I hear a noise from the back of the SUV. Turning around I see Colt. Fuck! I go to jump out of the car, but he throws himself forward to stop me.

  “Lune, please, just listen.”

  I try to pull away from him, then stop trying, resigned to whatever this is. I look towards Blaze. “You too eh? What is it, the fucking twilight zone? Tell me Blaze, have you been playing me too, pretending to be my friend? You’re obviously involved with Colt. Yeah, I get it. Let’s all fucking lie to Luna. Pretend to be her friend, make names up, whatever!”

  At least he has the decency to look ashamed.

  “Luna, I’m sorry, Colt asked for my help. But not until after I met you, I already liked you Luna, I wasn’t acting.”

  I look to Colt. “Why are you here? Shouldn’t you be home, with your fucking wife. Or should I say, at home fucking your wife? And where is that Colt? Or should I call you Prince? Do you live in your Mom’s house, you and your fucking bitch wife? Were you both sat there watching me on Nan’s swing, having a fucking good old laugh at me?”

  He groans. “Lune, no, I would never do that to you. My marriage isn’t what you think either. We have an arrangement, not one I wanted but I made a deal. A bit like you with Rome.”

  I laugh, sarcastically. “Yeah, well that’s not happening anymore. I just left because his skank turned up, asking to be fucked up the ass in the hot tub! The fucking hot tub!”

  I start laughing, which quickly turns into big sobs. Colt jumps out of the car, opening my door so he can hold me. And I let him, hold me I mean. Yeah, I know I should be pushing him away, but I don’t have the energy.

  He holds me tight while I cry, big ugly tears. “I’m scared Colt.” I sob into his chest.

  “I know Lune, me too. I just wish you hadn’t come to the club. I’ve been trying to keep you away from him.”

  “Yeah well, I wish I hadn’t gone too.”

  Headlights appear behind us. 2 black cars pull up, I’ve got a really bad feeling about this.

  “Fuck.” Colt and Blaze both say at the same time. “How the hell is he here so quick?” Asks Colt.

  “Oh fuck!” I say, “my phone is bugged! I should have left it back there.”

  The car doors open, and scary guy climbs out, accompanied by 3 suited men. “Luna dear, you seem to have gotten lost. Come, let me take you back to your fiancé.” He holds an arm out in gesture.

  He’s speaking in a nice, friendly voice. But I recognize the dangerous undertone. I ignore his arm, walk past him and climb into the car he didn’t arrive in. He sighs, then everyone gets in the cars and we leave, swiftly.

  Looking out of the window I see Colt and Blaze, watching me.

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  Chapter 15.

  Scary guy, who I now think of as Uncle, accompanies me in the lift, to the penthouse. He’s holding onto my arm tightly. We step out to find Rome sat on a sofa, with a beer in his hand. There’s no sign of the dirty bitch, unless she’s in the hot tub!

  Rome doesn’t acknowledge us. I’m dragged across the room and pushed down to sit next to him. I look away, not even wanting to see his face. The dirty bastard!

  “Matteo. Do not let any of your dirty whores in this apartment, ever again! Is that clear?” Uncle shouts. No, he doesn’t shout, it’s more like a roar.

  “Yes.” Rome replies.

  I snort at that. Uncle turns his attention to me.

  “Luna, you will receive a delivery tomorrow morning. It is a choice of evening wear; you will choose one. Your engagement party will be held tomorrow night, on my yacht. Remember, Colt’s life depends on your co-operation.

  Do not make contact with him again. If you refuse to follow my demands, or run away again, I will personally kill him. Do I make myself clear?” He’s shouting at me too.

  “Yes.” I say, resigned, still looking away.

  “Very well. I will see you both tomorrow evening. You will portray a happy couple, fucking smile and act like you love each other. Even though my nephew is an obviously stupid boy, who enjoys fucking dirty whores. I sympathize with you Luna. But I assure you, that ends now. Oh, and may I remind you not to discuss our arrangement with anyone. If you do, then you are putting that person’s life at risk, too.” He marches to the elevator and leaves.

  We sit in silence, I’m absolutely fuming. Taking the joint out of my bra, that Blaze kindly slipped me, I walk outside. I sit by the pool and light that baby up.

  I’m swishing my feet in the water, laid back on the tiles, smoking away. I search the stars for, well, I don’t know what. I just stare.

  I nip the joint after having half, as I’m very, ve
ry chilled now. Something comes over me and, slipping my hoody and shorts off, I slip into the pool. The water is lovely and warm, it’s obviously heated. I lay on my back, with my eyes closed, floating and thinking what a shit show my life is. It’s like a fucking drama series! Hey, I’m thinking I should be writing this down. Yeah, I might. Look at me, exciting life story to write – check. Guaranteed orgasm educing kissing process to write – check. Wow, I’m good.

  “Luna, can I talk with you?”

  I open an eye, seeing Rome stood at the side of the pool. Damn him for being so sexy! Even with the bruises on his face, he’s still one of the most handsome men, I have ever seen.