Luna Scarlet

Small World, eh?

Two years later~ 

Luna's Pov

Ocean-Blue eyes. Untamed brown curls. Straight nose. Chiseled jawline. Stubble. Thin lips. Pearly teeth.

All check! Alas, this is not good for a woman's health and her raging hormone.

His white shirt clung to his body, making it visible of his well-defined muscle, edges of his strong abs, broad shoulder. He raises his big callous hand, rakes his fingers through his hair. The bulge of his bicep will be damn good to hold for a woman as she will cling into him with her legs wrapped around him, and there he will be jackhammering his...!

Uhu~ Dirty thought again, Luna. But ummmm~ Can't deny the fact that it will be yummy. 

I stare at the man at the counter like a hawk. I almost drool on the hot plumber in my kitchen.

Those shutters needed a fix. I was out of tape last night. I could no longer shut them forcefully, sealing them with it. New home, I can't set everything here by myself anyway. That's why he is here, the hot retired militant. 

I lean my body slightly on the kitchen counter, smile shyly. "Can I help you with something?" 

Bridger is the man next door. He is a retired army militant, nearly 37. He has owned b**m clubs in this city, not all of them are that kind, but some are just hot, just like him. He has helped me to fix my things when I move in here. 

Since then, we have become close, very close, at least, in my dirty mind. 

I always see my masked daddy in my dark fantasy land sneaking into my room at night in my dream. I scream when he throws my mattress to the floor and sees me naked and wet. He fixes his cufflinks, taunts me as he begins telling me of his ways to punish me, his baby girl, whom he catches of her pleasuring herself with a toy behind his back. 

"A glass of cold water, please," 

His voice reminds me of hot and melted dark chocolate. 

So yummy. 

I see the man pull the hem of his shirt and wipe sweats from his forehead lazily. 

My breath knocks out of me as his eight-pack abs come into my view. And then he smiles sexily and looks like he is well aware of me checking him out. His smile makes my core quiver and my n*****s hard. 

I am wet for you.

I pour water in a glass, and say meekly, "Your water," 

I feel hot and thirsty. The droplets of water roll down of his mouth to his jaw and then to his hard chest. It makes me want to lick them clean, but sadly, I am not into a random hook-up thing. I may be a horny girl with a dirty mind, but I have some boundaries and rules. Besides, I can't afford to tire myself as I have a heavy schedule today. 

The guy is off-limit. Age doesn't matter to me, but his work does. 

I don't want to put my innocent brother in trouble for me. Then again, we don't want to have a taste of forbidden!

Suddenly I see him corner me, speechless to see myself standing at the gunpoint! 

Gun! At least to me, it is. His thick member press against my belly. I am horny, and he!

His hard body and his musky scent are all over me. It clouds my mind to take me to the insanity.

My lips part slowly, I watch his lips moving, and that frown on his face would be something that would make my breath hitch when his c**k pulsed, and his pace will shallow as he will be close to exploding his loads in me.

I see him bring his face close to me. I close my eyes shut. 

If he kisses me, I will be a goner. But who denies a lemonade in hot summer? 

"Don't go so wild with me in your mind, kid. I am not into underaged girls,"

Ouch!

My eyes snap open. 

My face flush, hazel-blue eyes turn wild in rage as they lock with his ocean-blue once. The fire in me is very intense. 

I can't help, snap him in frustration, "I am no kid." 

"Watch your step next time, kid," The man says through his teeth. 

Collecting his stuff, he turns to leave. He looks cold and all, but the desire and lust in his eyes say otherwise. I never miss catching the sight of his dark hooded eyes, clenched jaw, and tight fists whenever he sees me in shorts. I know he wants me, but something is stopping him from making a move to me. 

Maybe he is just like me, confused AF! I, too, sometimes can't figure out what I want. 

Before leaving, he gazes at me coldly and says, "I am not into inexperienced women. Never think of it again,"

Something snaps in me. I don't know what comes to my mind suddenly. 

"Wait!" 

I stop on his way, grab him by his collar, and bring him close to my face. 

Without a second thought, I pull him closer and crash my lips against his. 

His lips are soft and warm. He tastes mint with the mixer the salt of his sweat. 

I moan, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him closer. Hard against soft. Hot against the cold. And his resistance against my persistence. It is a hot mess, so hot, that put my soul, my heart, and my body on fire. 

For once, I feel like keeping on kissing him for eternity. His taste, intoxicating smell, and his hard muscle felt against mine made my mouth water for him. I let him go, glad to keep my lust in the bay. 

I refuse to meet his gaze as I can't believe I force kissed him. 

Fuck!

He is still in shock. 

I bit my lips, shudder to see his ocean blue eyes turn a shade darker. 

My eyes follow his chest, and I see him breathing heavily. And his bulge~ I have turned him on like that!

Great! 

He challenged me first, okay?

"Maybe it's time to change your taste." I lean in, a peck on his cheek seductively. "Go, daddy. Find the right girl and have a healthy relationship. You are still young," I muffle a giggle and close the door on his face. "Bye," 

We will not talk again. 

~ 

"Evening, guys. Are you ready to learn some new moves this evening?" 

I stand in the middle of the floor in my loose floral tank and shorts. 

My hair is tied in a tight bun, back straight as I gaze at her students, who are eagerly waiting for their choreographer ma'am to start the last contemporary session of the month.

"Yes, ma'am," They all yelled in unison, took their position on the floor.

"Let's start," I fixed her mask on my face and clap my hand, saying, "Music, please,"

The song started: Bad Romance by Lady Gaga.

I love dancing. And it's more fun when it comes to teaching others. To me, it is freedom, a freedom that I will never lose in my life. I stand there to my place, see my students dancing like butterflies spreading their wings. 

They always have a smile on their faces even when they miss their steps or slip on the floor. They know I won't shout at them because I never force them on anything. They all stand up by themselves and again try to present a better version of themselves. This is all I want, them to enjoy their art and me to dance like a monkey. 

At the end of the session, my eyes narrow at Lucinda, my assistant, who has a troubled look marry on her face. 

She says something that turns my expression extremely cold. "They dared to threaten me with my academy?" 

I command to her assistant, "Take me to them, Lucy," 

I can't stand this. This kind of situation is not new to me, but I have never faced it before in my life. 

It is not even two years since I have started my career as a dance choreographer. It was never my plan to be a teacher, but something happened that made me choose it as my profession. 

I am enjoying it. I don't think I will ever get bored of it. 

"That woman has Mr. Black's back. They are family, after all. I don't know if you have ever heard about them before, but they are very influential in this country." On their way to my cabin, My assistant keeps telling me about the new candidate. She looks furious, and why won't she be? 

Lucinda loves her job here. She is the one who has been with me, helped me to build my empire. Her goal is to spread this business all over the world, but my goal is to get admission at the Berlin University of Arts next year.

I hear Lucinda seeth, "She even said you are an arrogant b***h! I have told her repeatedly that it is one of your rules that you don't leave the floor during your class. The nerve of that woman!"

I stay quiet. There is nothing new to see people slanging each other when things don't go in their way. I take off my blindfold, keep my mask still on my face. Since the day of my debut, I have never shown my face to anyone. Even on the International Dance Idol's stage, I never put off my mask. People ask me many times. Even the producers have nagged about it, but I never explained myself to them. Those who are close to me know the reason very well. 

My mask hides half of my face. My nose and lips are always visible to all. Except for it, I wear lenses, which makes it hard for anyone to guess her actual eye color. It is for privacy, and I like to make everything secretive about me. 

I push the door open and step into my room with my head high. There are two figures present in my room, and both of them look like they have come from a wealthy family. Now I realize why Lucinda looked pale before. 

Ignoring the man, I set my eyes on the lady. "This is my art school, not your shopping mall. People who work here are very respectable, and babysitting an adult isn't their job. Discipline is what I expect from my student, but you seem to lack it. Now tell me why I should take you to my academy. If you fail to answer it to me, then please show yourself out of my school, and never come back," 

The brat's face turns red in embarrassment. You called me a b***h. Remember? Her eyes turn misty, but she never stops glaring at me. She turns at the man standing beside her and looks at him pitifully. 

"Brother. Please, say something to her. She is bullying me."

Aww! How adorable you are, big baby! 

"Is this how you treat students here?" The man's voice sounds cold.

I have something for you too, dude. You won't be in any position to talk back to me again. 

I turn my gaze to the man, freeze there lie a statue with the familiarity of his look. I may not have a good memory, but I will never forget those pair of icy-grey orbs. That stalker guy in Houston Airport, Texas.

He is the weirdest man whom I have ever met in my life! 

My throat aches for the dryness. This man becomes my biggest nightmare from that day. I have lost count of me cursing this man for creping the hell out of me two years ago. And guess what? I still feel his gaze on me whenever I go out of my home. I have prayed that I never run into him again. But look now? 

What a small world! Eh, buddy? 

He isn't here for me. I continuously repeat it like a mantra in my head. My eyes are set on him, straight. The poor heart in my chest is pounding hard. It is so loud that I can hear the beating sound in my ear. 

I do my best to look unaffected, but damn, it is scary. 

The man is standing before with his proud and powerful glory. The strangest stalker guy has the nerve to look pissed for scolding this spoilt brat for ruining the present environment in my dance academy. 

"Have you told me something?" Despite my fear, I prepare myself for teaching these brats a lesson. Standing on my land, you have the nerve to threaten me to buy my business in an attempt to destroy my business here!

"You keep us waiting for the last two hours." The Luther guy gazes at me, and says through his teeth, "I understand you were busy in your class, but is this even a way to talk to someone who is so much eager to join this small academy?" I narrow my eyes at him. You and your everything is small, just like the brain you got there!

But damn, he is hot! He looks taller and wider than the last time I have seen him in the airport. 

Last time he was in leather, but now, he is in his white shirt and his black three-piece expensive suit. He is a perfect example of a womanizer, the heartbreaker. I still can't find myself comparing Daddy Bridger and this Arrogant Badboy. It must be because none of them are gentlemen. Oh, hell! Am I into this kind, dangerous man? 

Okay, Luna. This guy is stripping you naked. And you are letting him! My subconscious seeth at me.

I won't mind if he does it! Keeping my face poker, I start having a little conversation with my mind. 

Ugh! You horny thing! Don't you dare to let him step on you! You are the boss here, b***h. 

My subconscious reminds me of something that I have forgotten for a while for that gorgeous asshole. 

Keeping an eye on him, I ask Lucinda, "Haven't you offered them some refreshment?" 

"I did, but Mr. and Ms. Black refused to have something that wasn't in their preferred brands,"

I see red! Did she get confused about a dance academy with a high-end restaurant, woman?

I chuckle darkly. My eyes never leave that man's face. Tilting my chin up, I look at him with defiance. 

"Here has some rules. One of them is I don't meet anyone in the middle of my class. They come from afar after making some time from their daily packed-up schedule. All of them wait for this day, come here eagerly. Do you know why? Because they know I value their time which means I value them too. My priority is always my students. You can't expect me to abandon them just for some money and have an influential man's back all the time," 

If they find me rude, then they are free to leave. 

Besides, I am the boss in my workplace. There has no way I will allow someone to rule over me here. 

"You shouldn't be so arrogant." The brat girl hiss. "You don't know anything about our power. We - "

I cut her off, snap, "Seriously, girl. I can't get what brings you here. Is it to enroll your name in my dance class, or flaunt your money and power to me?" This girl is making me so angry that I want to pull my hair out of my head. 

A catfight is not my thing. I either fight or do self-harm. 

The man's jaw clenches in anger. He walks to me, asks Lucinda with his cold gaze fixed on me, "Where is the owner here? I want to meet him. I want to know why he has decided to hand power on someone so immature like her," 

My eyes widen as I look at him in disbelief. 

I'm just 19, but from where am I acting like an immature one here?

Lucinda gasps beside me. I glance at her, see her raising her hand to point me, then I stop her. 

Nah, babe. Let me handle it. 

I wink at her, indirectly signal her not to tell them about the owner of this academy.

Turning at the man, I smile at him maniacally. 

"Do you know my age?"

His perfectly shaped, thick blonde eyebrows knitted together. His expression explains he knows nothing about me. That gives me a sense of relief. He will not come after me like a predator behind his prey after I send them away.

"Do you know what is my specialty in dance is? Or what I teach here to my beloved students?"

"I- " His handsome face gets tensed. He kind of smells of me trapping him with my words, the words that are troubling him to find words to attack me. No matter how powerful you are, you can never dodge my hate arrows.

I jab my finger at him, ask, "Can you dance? Did you have an appointment before coming here to meet me? No, right? What do you take us, sir?" I take a threatening step to him and smile like a cruel fox. "Do you know why the Titanic sank on water? Because the captain underestimated the ice, they saw it small but forgot about the depth of it."

"You know nothing, yet you are accusing me of something that you have no idea about, huh? Do you know anything about dance?" I snap my head from that asshole to his little imp of a sister and then back to him again. I let out a growl as I say, "You can pamper your sister as much as you want, but don't expect any of us to babysit her for you,"

I glare at him, and he glares at me back. We both lock our eyes together. We hold a challenge that I am not going to lose before him. I wouldn't have lost my mind if he hadn't called me immature. 

Now, man. Deal with it. 

With my gaze still lock with his, I tell Lucinda, "Leave two enrollment forms for them. If they both fill their names and submit them to you, put them in the primary stage. And if the girl joins alone, put her in the kid's dance session."

Luther's eyes flicker. I give a happy dance in my mind seeing him break his stare first.

I smile cruelly at him. 

Then I throw my condition to them.

It will be the final blow to shoo this stalker boy and his little imp far away from me.

"You have considered your sister as a child first. So, I am going to start with the alphabet and numbers first. If I don't see any improvement in the next three months, then you have to continue there for six months," 

He looks speechless. Before he protests, I turn at Lucinda, wink at her, and leave that room immediately.