Revenge Of The Gifted Luna

Lucy RING RING!!!!!!!!!! My peaceful slumber was abruptly interrupted by the loud ringing of my phone, jolting me awake from a deep sleep. Groaning softly, I fumbled blindly around the bed, my hand searching for the source of the disturbance. But instead of the familiar cold touch of my cell phone, my palm collided with something warm and solid, sending a jolt of alarm coursing through my veins. Blinking blearily, my sleepy gaze focused on the unfamiliar face that loomed before me, watching me sleep. My heart leaped in my chest as I registered the presence of a stranger in my bed. As I studied his features, I noticed his chiseled jawline, tousled dark hair cascading gently over his forehead, and the faint hint of a dimple when he breathed softly . Despite my initial shock, I couldn't deny that he was quite handsome. "Who are you?" I demanded, my voice edged with a hint of steel as I reached for the pistol concealed beneath my pillows. "And what the hell are you doing in my bed?" I added, my gun fixed to his head The man recoiled in surprise, beads of sweat glistening on his brow despite the cool air of the five-star apartment we occupied. He opened his mouth to speak, but I cut him off with a steely glare, my finger poised on the trigger. "Don't you remember me?" he stammered, his voice trembling with uncertainty. "I'm the guy from last night, the blind date." Recognition dawned on my face, mingled with a pang of embarrassment. "Oh, I'm so sorry," I murmured, my cheeks flushing with shame as I put the gun aside. "I must have had too much to drink." As I attempted to sit up, I realized with a start that I was naked beneath the thin cover of the duvet. Hastily pulling it closer to my body, I shot the man a wary glance. "Did anything happen between us?" I ventured, my voice laced with trepidation. A mischievous smile tugged at the corners of the man's lips as he met my gaze. "Oh, yes it did baby," he replied, his tone dripping with innuendo. "And it was beautiful." Discomfort prickled at my skin as I shifted uncomfortably beneath the weight of his gaze. But before the awkward silence could stretch any further, the cellphone resumed its incessant ringing, cutting through the tension like a knife. With a sense of relief, I seized the opportunity to divert our attention away from the uncomfortable exchange. Snatching up my phone, I silenced the ringing with a swift motion of my thumb. The number displaying on my phone screen was a stark reminder of the dual life I led - one as a woman seeking to fall in love and live a normal life, and the other as Night Star, the deadly assassin feared by all who crossed my path. With a sinking feeling in my chest, I knew that this call could only mean one thing: business. Forcing a warm smile onto my lips, I turned to the man still sitting on my bed, his eyes alight with admiration. "I have to take this call, it's urgent," I said softly, my voice betraying none of the unease churning inside me. "I'll be back in a second to join you." The man nodded in understanding, his gaze lingering on me as I made my way to the bathroom. Once alone, I wasted no time in answering the call, my heart pounding in my chest as I braced myself for whatever news awaited me on the other end. "Night Star," a voice spoke, the words laced with an air of secrecy and authority. "Active," I responded automatically, my voice steady despite the turmoil roiling inside me. The voice wasted no time in getting to the point. "The man on top wants to see you," it said, the words sending a chill down my spine. "Report to base immediately, it's urgent." Before I could utter a word in response, the voice added ominously, "Don't be late." And with that, the call was abruptly cut off, leaving me standing alone in the bathroom, my mind racing with a thousand questions. As I stared at my reflection in the mirror, the weight of my dual existence pressed down upon me like a leaden cloak, threatening to suffocate me with its relentless demands. With a sense of urgency driving my movements, I swiftly donned my matching black underwear and slipped into the skimpy silver dress that clung to my curves like a second skin. It had a low-cut neckline that showed off my chest. As I returned to the room, I found the man still seated on the bed, his expression a mixture of surprise and admiration. "Could you help me with this?" I asked, my voice soft but commanding as I turned my back to him, exposing the delicate hooks of my bra and the zipper of my dress. The man hesitated for a moment, his eyes lingering on my exposed skin, before nodding silently and stepping forward to assist me. His touch was gentle yet fleeting, sending shivers of awareness down my spine as he fastened my bra and zipped up my dress. Once dressed, I retrieved my gun from its hiding place beneath the pillow and gathered my belongings, tossing a handful of hundred-dollar bills onto the bed in a gesture of gratitude. "Thanks for a good time," I said curtly, my tone leaving no room for argument as I made my way toward the door. But the man's disappointment was palpable, his eyes clouded with hurt as he watched me prepare to leave. "I'm not your w***e, Lucy," he protested, his voice tinged with desperation. "I thought we were in love, for moon's sake. When am I going to see you again?" I paused in the doorway, my hand resting on the handle as I turned to face him one last time. With a sad smile, I replied, "I'll call you when I need you." And with that, I was gone, the roar of my powerful bike drowning out the sound of the man's protests as I vanished into the darkness of the night.