Luna got in the limo and closed her eyes, forcing her nausea back. Vin followed and took a seat at her side, cursing silently.
He couldn’t believe that he had lost control so easily. He fixed his gaze on her upper arm and saw that the skin was slightly bruised.
Fuck, Vincent. What the hell were you thinking, fucker? He asked, annoyed with himself. Damnit! He added as he rested a hand on her knee, sighing heavily.
Of course, Vin didn’t know that Luna’s skin was really easy to bruise. She had bruises all over her body almost constantly. Mostly on her knees from her desk at her office. Just a little pressure and voila, a fresh bruise to add at her collection.
“I thought you didn’t drink.” Vin said as he gently rubbed her knee.
At the sound of his words, Luna’s mind conjured a vision of the chick with fake tits, the model dressed in red and Amanda’s kiss on his lips.
It’s all your fault, Mark. Luna retorted silently.
“And I don’t drink.” She answered, forcing tears of anger back as she rubbed her upper arm.
Luna saw a small bruise already starting to form with Vin’s fingertips and rolled her eyes. Another one to add at her personal collection of bruises that vanished as fast as they had showed up.
“It was the first time and sure as hell it’ll be also the last one.” Luna added as she swallowed the knot on her throat.
Then she thought about how happy M would be as soon as Luna gave her Brad Pitt’s autograph and grinned.
“I can’t believe that I had met Brad Pitt.” She added, taking a deep breath. “M thinks he’s one of the best actors. Oh, Mark. M is going to hallucinate. I swear to you.” She said laughing.
Vin narrowed his eyes and removed his hand from her knee as soon as he heard ‘Brad Pitt’ coming from Luna’s lips, and he didn’t pay attention to the rest of the words she said.
He then leaned his head back and closed his eyes.
The best actor? My ass! I’m gonna show you who’s the best fucking actor, Luna. He said silently. Just wait, babydoll. Vin added silently as an evil smile graced his lips.
When they arrived at Vin’s house, Luna headed directly to the bedroom. Everything was spinning around.
Oh, shit. I’m going to die, she whined silently and collapsed onto the bed, closing her eyes.
Vin went to check on Roman and brought him inside the house, then headed toward the bedroom and found Luna still dressed, lying on the bed.
She had an arm covering her head and she was breathing deeply, trying to force her nausea back. Her body was trembling slightly. Vin watched her, concerned, and went to her side.
“Are you ok?” He asked, frowning.
“¡Mierda!” Luna exclaimed suddenly as she jumped out of bed, rushing to the bathroom.
Vin rolled his eyes grinning. You deserved it, babydoll. He said silently as he followed her.
When he entered the bathroom, Luna was kneeled in front of the toilet, throwing up like there was no tomorrow, shaking.
“What the fuck did you drink?” Vin asked her as he grabbed a small towel.
Luna didn’t answer him. Honestly, she really didn’t know. She had been drinking shots of different colours and mostly tequila, trying to get over the fact that she had been watching him all night with other women, laughing.
Vin wet the towel and looked at her.
“If you can’t handle your drink, you better stay away from them, babydoll.” He teased, grinning, but he felt bad for her. She seemed really sick.
In response, Luna showed him her middle finger. “Fuck you, asshole.” She retorted and continued throwing up.
Yeah, I was already missing that finger, babydoll. He retorted silently.
Vin shook his head and crouched beside her, resting the wet towel on her nape gently.
Vin didn’t know the reason why Luna had been drinking, but he suspected that she had to have a good reason, watching how sick she was right now.
Luna shuddered as a small whimper of pain escaped her lips. He started to rub her back, softly.
“Thank you, Mark.” Luna murmured as she let out a heavy sigh.
She couldn’t believe that she had been so stupid as to think that he was really interested in her.
Vin heaved a hard sigh and got to his feet, leaving her alone in the bathroom. She seemed to need some space at the moment.
Luna moved backward until her back pressed against the wall and leaned her head, staring at the ceiling, then grabbed the towel and put it on her forehead.
Oh, Luna. What the fuck were you thinking, woman? She asked herself as she swallowed hard.
Once again a vision popped in her mind. Vin’s hand, stroking the blonde’s back and encircling the woman dressed in red and Amanda kissing Vin’s lips.
Oh, come on, Luna. He’s Vin Diesel. He’s a famous actor, sugar. Did you seriously think he was going to spend his precious time partying with you? Her voiced sounded faintly. Dancing with you? Get a grip, Luna. The voice scolded her. Sex is one thing; feelings are another completely different thing. The voice stated.
Luna sighed hard as silent tears rolled down her cheeks.
After a long moment, Luna got to her feet and headed toward the bed. There was no sign of Vin. She pulled off her dress and threw it to the floor. She then slowly climbed on the bed, buried her face in her pillow and fell asleep silently crying.
Vin watched her for a long moment and he saw her face strained with dry tears. Luna was wearing just a small green thong and she was now deeply asleep.
Vin cursed himself silently as he undressed, then circled the bed and tucked Luna under the sheets, kissing her forehead.
After, he climbed on the bed and stared at the ceiling, thinking about how he had felt when he had seen her dancing with Valentino and flirting with Brad Pitt.
Vin frowned deeply and fell asleep lost in thought.