Luna's Desires Awoken
Annabelle Christopher · Ongoing · 33.2k Words
Introduction
I looked down at my hands which were cupped together in my lap.
Stop it Luna
"I'll help you clear the plates." His mother said to his father, after we ate
Luna Trickson is a beautiful, single, twenty-six year old woman who works for a big named company in New York City. All was great in her life, until she got partnered with a tall, well dressed, exceedingly handsome, arrogant, flirtatious playboy named Westley Johnson.
As they deal with their own personal problems inside the office and outside, will they begin to see eye to eye, will the way they feel towards each other ever change and will Luna end up falling for Westley?
Chapter 1
Westley's POV
I woke up and looked to my left to see a blonde haired woman naked next to me, covers draped on her body.
I gritted my teeth and slowly sat up.
I ran my hands over my face and slightly groaned as my head was beginning to kill me due to my many shots of tequila I had had the previous night.
I slowly got up and trudged towards the bathroom to find a glass and some Advil for my headache.
I didn't ever recall coming home with her.
Too many shots.
After choking down the Advil I set my hands on my sink counter top and hung my head low, shutting my eyes.
"Hey you" I heard a voice say from next to me. I opened my eyes and raised my head to see the woman standing behind me.
As she held the covers that we're wrapped around her body. I turned around to look at her, I didn't say a word.
"I had a great night last night." She said as she bit her lower lip trying to look seductive.
I gave her a fake smile and walked passed her.
"I'm so sorry to do this to you, but I've got to be at a meeting in about thirty minutes. But thanks for a good night."
I said lying, as I picked up her clothes off my floor and handed them to her.
She looked at me, agitated as she put her clothing back on and walked out of my room.
I heard a loud slamming sound come from downstairs. Her slamming my door shut no doubt.
"Can I get you something to eat, sir?" a familiar voice asked from my doorway. A lanky gray haired man in a black suit stood there-still.
Martin, my butler.
I slightly smiled
"That'd be great Matt, sure." I said walking over to my closet to find a shirt to wear.
"The usual?" he asked, I nodded.
"Great, I shall let Kenneth know." he said as he walked off and down the steps.
It seemed so much earlier because of my hangover.
Kenneth was my personal chef. One of the best in the city. I looked at the clock; it was a quarter to eight in the morning.
I looked out of the corner of my eye to see my German Sheppard named Bobbie come into my room and lay down on his bed in a corner.
"Hey buddy" I said rubbing his belly and scratching behind his ear.
"Hello?" I said squinting my eyes
That's when I heard my phone ringing. I winced at the sound of the ringtone.
"Hello?" I said squinting my eyes
"Westley! Are you on your way over?" It was my dad.
"I'm sorry? On my way to what?" I said scratching my head and yawning.
"On your way to the company office? Did you just wake up?" He asked sounding frustrated.
"Yes and no. Wait I thought that was tomorrow?" I said confused
"No Westley! I specifically told you yesterday that you'd be joining the event planning team at Johnsons and Sons Inc. today to help with the plans for the festival."
He said raising his voice.
I sat there for a second and thought of the events from the previous day, not once recalling him telling me this.
"Just hurry up and get to the office. I told them you'd be there by 8:30."
"You've got to be kidding me?" I said standing up frustrated.
"Get your ass to the office now Westley!" He said as he hung up.
I groaned and threw my phone across the room and back onto my bed, I walked into my bathroom and climbed into the shower-the water was cold but it felt good, than I stepped out brushed my teeth and combed back my hair.
As I finished getting ready-I grabbed a long sleeved white collared shirt and black suit pants.
I sprayed cologne on myself and hurried down the steps of my penthouse towards my kitchen, as I took a seat and ate the toast and eggs Kenneth had made for me.
"Thanks Ken, I appreciate it." I said giving him a nod as well as Matt.
"Have a good day sir." said Matt.
"Likewise" I said as I hurried downstairs to meet my driver.
I climbed into my black BMW and took a seat in the back.
"How are you today Mr. Johnson?" asked my driver Bernard.
"I'm fine thank you"
"Good to hear, where will I be taking you today sir?" he asked
"The company office." I said staring out the window.
"Very good." he said as he started down the street.
I fiddled on my phone as I scrolled through twitter.
That's when I realized my brother's name was a trending topic.
I rested my head back and shut my eyes as I began to think of what he could've possibly done this time to get himself so much wide spread attention.
I began to scroll through the tweets, most of the tweets from gossip columnists and slews of other reporters.
One tweet particularly caught my attention.
'Youngest son of billionaire Evans Johnson, Andrews Johnson was spotted getting into a fight with friend of alleged girlfriend and super model Clarissa Moss outside a club in Manhattan.'
I pursed my lips at the tweet. A large part of me wasn't surprised by it.
I clicked on the article to read more
'Andrews Johnson, 22 was last seen in a fight outside of a club in Manhattan late Thursday night.
The fight was said to have been over Johnson's rumored super model girlfriend Clarissa Moss
The two were seen leaving the club when a friend of Clarissa's approached Johnson and started yelling.
By standers say
"it was unclear as to what the two men were fighting over but it seemed it might have had to do with Johnson's date of the evening."
There was said to be pushing and shoving and punches being thrown before the clubs security broke them up and Johnson walked off without his rumored plus one following behind.'
I ran my hand over my face in aggravation.
"We are here sir." a voice said, I looked out the window to see the tall shiny silver glass nine story office building next to me.
"Oh, of course. Thank you Bernard!" I said as I handed him a twenty and got out of the car.
I straightened my shirt and began inside.
"Hello Mr. Johnson." said the voice of a twenty-something hot red head receptionist in the front of the office.
I nodded as I walked towards the elevator and got in
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