Page 74 of Ghost

After Luna moved to Vegas with the club, I looked into her. I unsealed her juvenile records and dug into every foster family she lived with. She was put in the system atthree years old, and from then to the age of eighteen, she lived with six different foster families.

Between eighteen and twenty, there’s no record of her. All I know is I met her a couple weeks before she turned twenty-one, and it was a few weeks later she moved to Vegas when we returned home.

Since then, I’ve studied everything there is to know about her. And now that she’s mine, I’m determined to make sure I haven’t missed anything.

When Luna used to wake up in her bed, she’d spend a long time scrolling through her phone. In my bed, she sleeps a little longer, and when her eyes finally flutter open, the first thing she does is reach for me.

It makes me wish I’d grabbed a laptop and worked from there. But I know I wouldn’t get as much done.

When she finds my side of the bed empty, she buries her nose in my pillow, and I wonder how that makes her feel. Because ever since that first night I fucked her, I don’t want my room to smell like anything but her.

Vanilla hand lotion.

Honeysuckle shampoo.

I made sure to move hers into my bathroom so she could get ready in there while filling my space with her scent.

Luna curls into the blanket and stares up at the ceiling, but I can’t read her face. She chews the inside of her cheek, and I wonder if this morning she woke up with the memories from her dreams.

After seven and a half minutes, she pulls back the sheets and makes her way into the bathroom. She pilesher hair on top of her head, washes her face, and puts her glasses on. I like that she doesn’t feel the need to cake her face in makeup for me. She looks pretty with or without it, but it says something that she knows I don’t care either way. I’d rather she be comfortable.

Luna rubs her fingers under her lashes and tugs at the dark circles, but they don’t go away.

Her past is haunting her, and it’s showing in her eyes.

I’m getting close to fixing it, but there are still pieces missing from the puzzle. I know the new Iron Sinner tech specialist is the one who hired Luna a year ago, and I know they’re the same person who used a flash drive to hack our payroll records and find her. But I still have no idea who they are.

They’re skilled.

They ping their location off satellites so I can’t nail down their location or hack their server remotely, and it’s irritating the hell out of me.

I watch Luna on the screen. She leaves the bathroom, wandering around my room naked. She walks over to the T-shirt she was wearing last night, brushing her fingers over that and her pajama shorts. I can tell she’s considering putting them back on, but she moves to my dresser instead. She opens the top drawer and slips into a pair of my briefs. They’re baggy on her small frame. And when she slips one of my T-shirts overhead, she’s swimming in it.

I was wrong if I thought she couldn’t be sexier than when she’s wearing nothing because there’s something about her wearing my clothes that has me gripping thebulge in my jeans. If I wasn’t almost done with this trace, I’d storm into my room just to fuck her in that outfit.

She’s let the beast out of the cage, and now there’s no putting him back.

Luna leaves my room wearing her favorite fuzzy pink slippers, and she makes her way to my office first. I kill the feed before she opens the door, turning to face my other screen.

She cracks the door and peeks her head in. “Good morning.”

Her blue eyes shine when she blinks at me, and there’s no lens that can capture her unfiltered beauty.

“Mornin’.” I lean back in my desk chair and spin to face the door when she’s yet to step inside. “Come here.”

I can’t help it.

I need her near me.

Luna smiles, slipping inside my office and shutting the door. The moment she’s within reach, I snatch her hand and pull her onto my lap. She sits sideways, and I wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her in for a kiss. She tastes like spearmint toothpaste and heaven.

Her fingers tangle in my hair as she brushes it off my forehead, and when she pulls back, she trails her fingertips over my temple. “Do you ever sleep?”

“Only when my body gives out on me.”

“That can’t be good for your health.”

“I’m fine. There are things to do. People to look out for.”

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