WHITNEY

What Addams could be doing now?
What was he planning?

Did he have another girlfriend? With this gorgeousness, it was difficult to imagine him being single.

Regardless, did he think of me when he embraced the new one? Or he moved on after what he went through?

Did he have sex with this girl? Did she make him feel the way he felt with me?

That was the anguish cruising my head every time, every night I spent.

I scarcely spent a night without dreaming of him. Reliving everything we went through, all the moments of joy he made me experience.

I remembered every time we had sex. This day on a yacht, this time on the beach with the fresh blow of wind on our flesh. Those were the moment I would never relive again.

I found sometimes my arm wrapped around Armand's waist, my body tighten to him when I dreamed of Addams when I relived those magic moments during the time I was senseless.

Sometimes I smirked, drawing a smile on my lips during this moment I dreamed of him, I remembered this feeling which existed among us.

I had just good memory of us, he had always made me feel delighted, he was just perfect.
Every time spent with him was just appeasement.

I missed that moment it was his face I met when I woke up. I missed those curled hair I loved to take care of.

What could he be doing now?
I would never have a response, he was gone.

"What do you think about marriage?" Armand inquired looking at me.

"I don't want to precipitate things, but I want you to be officially the mother of my lass"

"Isn't it a good idea?" Armand consulted Petterson, who was sitting on the sofa reading through the New York Times.

"Of course Alpha. You look so beautiful together" He responded with a little smile on his face, a smile dedicated to me.

"But.." Petterson stopped, willing to captivate our hearing.

"But what?" Armand demanded

"I think it is too early to think about marriage" At these words coming from Petterson, my heart felt appeased.

This man was a good dude.
Maybe he wanted my well-being.
Maybe.

Or it could be a way he tried to make me have faith in him, and after It would be easy for him to stab me.

I didn't know on which leg I should stand, In this air of war, I shouldn't trust anyone.

"I don't expect it to be immediate. But tell me why are you against this idea of it being early?" Armand continued.

"Take and look" He gave each of us the journal.

At the front page was the title, a title which at first seen made my heart thunder.
*WHAT IS GOING ON BETWEEN OUR TWO LOVERS* below this title was our picture, a picture of Addams and me.

The picture of the day he spoke in front of all these Journalists, the day he declared to the world I belonged to him.

Nobody knew something about us, we had just disappeared without leaving any information behind.

When I saw this image, my heart oozed. Though I had to be strong and hide everything as I always perpetrated.

"And how did it influence our relationship?" this time, I was the one speaking, to show my interest in what Armand was saying.

"It would throw a discredit on you two" I already knew it but I had to feign being worried about what he said.

"You'll be seen as someone disloyal" he expressed, his finger pointing toward me.

This assertion was a dagger. Was he doing it consciously? Because he remembered how naughty I have been toward Addams.

"Even you Alpha, your honor and faith will be discredited toward every eventual business partner" he explained.

With a hold of Armand's hand, to comfort him I shrugged "We have all our time in front of us" and I pressed my lips on his cheeks.

"Okay honey" He responded his hand on my hair cuddling every strand.

"Love you" he added

"Love you too honey" and he kissed me on my forehead.

Petterson who was calmly looking at us, proposed "I think she will help you a lot with all your different business Alpha"

This guy was trying to find a way to make me access to some pieces of information about Armand.

He wasn't yet aware I have already hurdled this step, that I already had access to this office.

When I looked at how Petterson was behaving, nobody could believe everything he made, every move he did, and even every word that escaped his mouth was to make Armand sink.

That everything was arranged to put him under dust, and he did it with a huge simplicity of actions.

If he was able to betray his boss, I wasn't an exception, his manners told me louder I had to take my guard from him.

"She already has access to my whole being" Armand replied with a smirk at me.

Petterson with his pair of eyes widely open stared at me, I was pretty sure he was trying to understand how I proceeded.

I flashed him a discreet smile, he wasn't the only one able to manipulate others.

"She is my Luna" This last word intrigued me, it was how Addams was used to calling me.

I stopped him immediately with "What does this word 'Luna' means for you? it isn't the first time I had to hear it" Said I.

"Maybe I will tell you one day, be patient" he replied tightening me, his hand around my waist.

Always the same response as Addams did. Though, I was sure I would find an explanation very soon.

"It is a good resolution Alpha," Petterson said drawing a huge smile on his lips.

After it, we both whirled on our heels, Armand and I were headed to the office, and Petterson was going out.

Armand's hand was always around my waist, tightening me to his side.

I couldn't explain what was going on with this man.
Was it true love or it was just his craving to possess my wealth that led him to act as he did?

Still, no matter what was the motive, it would lead him to his loss.