Thursday
A marching band was playing drums inside Luna’s head. “Oh, God…” Luna whimpered, blinking slowly.
She grabbed her head with both hands, trying to block the sound of drums and the pain; her tongue felt thick and her throat was completely dry. Luna opened her eyes just to let out a hiss in pain and she shut them tightly, pressing her temples with her fingers.
You deserve it, sugar. Her voice scolded.
Slowly, Luna looked around herself, frowning. There was no sign of Vin at all. She took a deep breath and forced her body out of bed, ignoring her terrible headache, and went directly to the bathroom.
She stared at herself in the mirror. Oh, Jesus, You look like shit, Luna. She said silently as she heaved a hard sigh. She searched for some pills for her headache inside of her toilette case and gulped them down.
Luna turned on the shower, adjusting the water to a warm temperature, and stepped in. Her stomach was still screaming in pain and Luna winced when a painful spasm pierced her belly.
Closing her eyes, she let the water flow over her body, trying to relax her aching muscles. But her mind wouldn’t let her; she kept trying to figure out what would be her next step concerning Vin and the events of last night at the club.
Afterward, she wrapped a big towel around her body and headed to the bedroom. She got dressed in white shorts and a tight top. Looking inside of her handbag, Luna picked up her sunglasses and headed out to look for Vin.
She didn’t know why, but she suspected that today was going to be one of those long, hard motherfucking days.
In his place, Luna found Carmela cleaning the kitchen and smiled as soon as she saw her.
“Buenos días, Carmela. ¿Ha visto usted al Sr. Diesel?” (Good morning, Carmela. Have you seen Mr. Diesel?) Luna said, wincing as she pulled a diet coke from the fridge. Even the sound of her voice was painful.
Carmela frowned deeply as she looked at Luna, concern on her face. It was clear to the woman that Luna had a painful hangover, surely caused by too much drinking the night before. She made a mental note to make for Luna the perfect drink to help her with the after effects.
“Creo que el Sr. Diesel está fuera con su perro, señora.” (I think Mr. Diesel is outside with his dog, madam) Carmela answered, watching Luna through narrowed eyes.
In response, Luna rolled her eyes, frowning.
“No me llame “señora”, Carmela. Mi nombre es Luna.” (Don’t call me madam, Carmela. My name is Luna) She said, smiling as she turned on her heels and headed toward the garden. Carmela shook her head, grinning and continued cleaning.
As soon as Luna reached the terrace, Roman came to her side, rubbing his head against her leg.
“Hey, love. Where’s papa?” Luna asked Roman as she gently stroked his head and back.
Roman barked and rushed to the other side of the swimming pool.
Luna followed Roman’s path with her eyes and spotted Vin playing basketball alone. She took a deep breath, left her diet coke on the table and headed towards him.
Vin hadn’t slept too much; he had been thinking non stop about Luna and the damn party at the club. He had been training early in the morning, had taken a quick shower and after he took his breakfast, he had taken Roman with him and both had headed directly to the basketball court.
Vin had been playing for quite a long time, just dressed in shorts, but his mind had been torturing him with visions of Luna dancing, laughing and partying without him.
As soon as Vin sensed her, he came to a stop. “Sleeping beauty.” Vin’s voice sounded full of sarcasm as he turned around to face her, narrowing his eyes.
“Well, right now, I don’t feel beautiful at all. I swear to you. A marching band is playing drums inside my head.” Luna chuckled, sighing deeply, then narrowed her eyes. “Good morning to you too, asshole.” She added, mimicking his tone of voice.
Vin knit a brow and stared at her. Luna heaved a hard side and closed the distance between them.
Vin was covered with a thin veil of sweat. His caramel skin was glimmering under the rays of the sun and she couldn’t help but feel all wet just looking at him.
She tiptoed on her bare feet and kissed his lips softly. He let her kiss him.
“Mmmm…salty.” She murmured as she tried to encircle his neck.
At that moment, Vin moved backward, tilting his head. Luna frowned deeply and looked at him puzzled. What the…? She asked herself.
Vin turned on his heels and continued playing, ignoring Luna’s presence. She frowned, disappointed, but moved forward.
“Why didn’t you wake me up? I could have played with you.” Luna said gently, a puzzled look on her face, staring at him.
Vin chuckled at that. “Sure, babydoll.” He retorted, as he shook his head. “After how you ended up last night? I seriously doubt that you’d be able to stand on your feet.” Vin added coldly and continued playing.
Don’t think for a sec that I’m going to forget what you did, Luna. He added silently.
Luna arched her brows at the tone of his voice and crossed her arms over her chest. All of a sudden, Luna remembered that she had been throwing up in front of him.
Oh, mierda, Luna. You’re disgusting, her voice scolded her. She shut her eyes as she cursed herself silently.
“How about we do something together?” She asked trying to sound nonchalant, but she was embarrassed. All Luna wanted was to forget everything about last night.
Vin went motionless and turned around to face her. Oh, no, Luna. You’re not gonna get out of this so easily, woman. He retorted silently, thinking about the events of last night.
“Did you enjoy the party?” Vin asked as he locked eyes with her. Luna frowned deeply and started to chew her lower lip.
Did she enjoy it? She asked herself. Then Luna thought about the party.
Aside from dancing with Valentino and the fact that the club was an amazing place; everything else had been fucking shit.
Sure as hell you’d have enjoyed it much more if you just let someone beat the shit out of your guts, sugar. Her voice sounded faintly inside her brain.
“I mean with Mr. Brad ‘Pretty Face’ Pitt. I thought you told me that you weren’t that kind of woman.” Vin added as he crossed his arms over his chest, fixing her with a cold gaze.
Luna moved backward and frowned deeply. What the fuck…? She trailed off as her face reflected a questioning look until realization dawned. Luna narrowed her eyes in suspicion. Jealous? She asked herself in disbelief. Oh, my God! He can’t be jealous of that brainless kid. Luna added silently narrowing her green eyes.
“Are you kidding?” She asked him arching a brow.
In response, Vin knit a brow slowly. He couldn’t believe that she was just there looking at him like everything was ok.
“Take a look at my face, Luna. Do you think I’m fucking kidding?” Vin asked, annoyed. Luna rolled her eyes.
Oh Jesus! He’s jealous! She cried out silently and fought the urge to laugh at the top of her lungs, but she couldn’t help that a big smile spread on her lips.
As soon as Vin saw how she was smiling, he felt his anger rising fast.
“What’s so fucking funny, Luna?” He asked as he moved forward. His chocolate brown eyes were flashing her with anger.
Luna covered her mouth with a hand, giggling. “Oh, come on. Mark. Are you jealous?” She asked, trying not to laugh, arching her brows in surprise. When Vin growled deeply, Luna couldn’t control herself and she exploded, laughing hard.
Oh, this is amazing. Mark is jealous, Luna. He’s jealous because he saw you with Brad Pitt. Her mind said.
And all of sudden Luna wanted to jump into his arms and kiss him like there wasn’t a tomorrow.
She couldn’t believe that a man was jealous of her. Never in all her life had a man cared for Luna enough to show that behavior concerning her, ever.
Vin took a deep breath trying to calm himself down. But when he saw how Luna was laughing, he misunderstood her and he couldn’t control himself any longer.
So Vin spoke without thinking. “Why the fuck are you laughing? Do you think this is funny? You’re something else, you know?” Vin’s voice was as cold as ice itself.
Luna’s laughter died on her lips as soon as those words left his lips, then looked at him and noticed his expression.
“Pardon me?” Luna said seriously as she narrowed her eyes.
What the fuck is with you, asshole? She asked him silently.
Vin shook his head and looked at her from head to toe.
“Who the fuck do you think you are? Have you got any idea about how many women would love to be in your place here with me right now, Luna?” Vin asked sarcastically.
Luna’s eyes almost popped out of her face. In two seconds she moved forward and stood toe to toe with him.
“And who the fuck do you think you are, asshole? You asked me to move here. You asked me to go with you to that fucking party.” Luna muttered through clenched teeth. “You were the one who spent the fucking night surrounded by sluts, not me.” She hissed and took a deep breath.
She didn’t want to loose her temper again. Luna just wanted to forget everything about Cha-Cha-Cha and the party.
Vin shook his head and raised the tone of his voice. “I asked you to come with me, Luna. With ME!! Not Valentino. Not Brad Pitt!! VIN DIESEL, DAMNIT!!” Vin shouted.
Luna gasped and moved backward just a step, fixing him with a gaze full of banked anger.
Vin then took a deep breath. He didn’t need the people at the house listening to them, so he lowered the tone of his voice.
“I took you with me to a party. I let the press take pictures of us hand in hand! And you go and pay me back by flirting with the first asshole that crossed paths with you, Luna. You are just a…” He muttered nose to nose with her.
Luna gasped as she tried to not think about the next word he was about to say. Instead, she took a deep breath and moved forward.
“You better not finish that line, Mr. Diesel or you’ll regret it.” Luna hissed through clenched teeth and leaned forward, stopping a breath from his face. “You were the one flirting. You were all over that fake blonde with fake tits. It was your nose buried in that model’s neck. Not mine. Your lips kissed that fucking Amanda, asshole. Not mine.” She muttered in disgust as she fixed him with a cold gaze. “And just for you to know, Mr. Diesel. I don’t give a fucking shit about Brad Pitt.”
Then, she turned on her heels and headed toward the house.
Let it go, Luna. Let him calm himself down, her voice echoed within her brain. You will speak with him later. He’s angry right now; just let it go, Luna. Don’t say anything you will regret later, she repeated silently. Let it go, let it go… she continued chanting.
Vin frowned, puzzled. He didn’t know what she was talking about.
Then he saw how Luna turned around on her heels and headed toward the house. Vin’s eyes widened. He wasn’t done yet.
“Where the hell do you think you’re going?! Come back here right now!!” He raised his voice again. “Don’t you dare leave me here! I’m not done with you, LUNA!!” He shouted.
Luna stopped dead on her tracks and turned around to face him. Her anger exploded inside of her.
“I don’t dare?!” She asked annoyed, feeling her blood boiling inside of her veins. “Who the fuck do you think you are to speak to me in that tone of voice? I’m not one of your fucking BARBIES!!!” Luna shouted. “I don’t give a shit if you’re famous and rich Mr. Diesel!!” She added, snatching her sunglasses from her face. “You can’t boss me around!!! FUCK YOU!!” Luna yelled, annoyed as hell, feeling tears rising fast. “Fuck you, Diesel. I don’t need this shit!!” She swallowed hard and ran to the house, forcing angry tears back.
Barbies??? Vin echoed puzzled. “What the hell are you talking about? What Barbies?” Vin asked, lost for a second.
He had been posing for pictures inside of the club with a lot of people. So many that he didn’t remember them at all. Sure a lot of them had been women, but he could only think about Luna.
Vin thought for a second, recalling Luna’s previous words and realization dawned. Now he could understand why Luna had been drinking and pretending to be interested in Brad Pitt.
She was jealous, asshole!! His mind screamed. Just like you, Vincent! Vin shut his eyes and cursed himself silently. He had been acting as he used to do.
Vin Diesel had been doing all the things that he used to do when he was surrounded by beautiful women; all the things that he used to do before he had met Luna.
Fuck, Vincent. You’re a fucking asshole. He scolded himself silently, rubbing his head. He heaved a hard sigh and went in search of Luna.
They needed to talk about all of this shit right now, before it was too late. All of sudden a vision of Luna packing her things spread in his mind and Vin felt his heart skip its rhythm inside of his chest just thinking about Luna leaving his house in that state.
Shit, Vincent. You’re fucked. He added silently, shaking his head and hurried his steps.
Luna ran, passing Dolores on her way to the bedroom, climbing the steps two at a time. She was so pissed off with herself that she couldn’t think about anything else.
She stormed inside of the bedroom and slammed the door closed.
“¡Mierda! Me cago en…. ¡JODER!” Luna cried out as she collapsed onto the bed, trying to calm herself down.
She couldn’t believe he had told her all those things. Certainly, Luna knew full well that she had been acting like a bitch at the club, but she just wanted to get over it and move on.
They needed to talk about what had happened, but she didn’t know what to do next. Right now Luna didn’t know if she should leave the house or if she should stay until Sunday.
Luna grabbed the pillow and buried her face in it. She felt tears of anger and pain fighting for release, but she wasn’t going to give him that.
She had never cried for a man in all her life, ever. And since she had met him, she had been crying more than just a little for Vin. Luna cursed herself silently.
Her mind was telling her to grab her things and leave the house right now; but her heart was telling her to wait until they could have a normal conversation.
Luna shut her eyes tightly and heaved a hard sigh.
Dolores’ brain didn’t register Luna’s moves when she saw her running like hell on her way upstairs. The woman narrowed her eyes and frowned slightly.
She had been hearing shouts outside and immediately, she understood what had happened.
Unfortunately, after a few months cleaning at Vin Diesel’s home, she had seen many women doing exactly the same.
Dolores couldn’t help but feel bad for Luna. She really liked her and she would love that this Spanish woman was the last one for him.
Then she heard a door slamming and winced slightly. Dolores shook her head as a heavy sigh escaped her lips.
When she was about to turn on her heels to continue cleaning, Vin Diesel rushed past her following Luna upstairs, cursing loudly.
Two seconds later, Dolores heard a door slamming. After that no noise was heard at all.
She raised her head and stared at the ceiling, frowning deeply. Now that was a novelty. Dolores narrowed her eyes, lost in thought for a second.
As far as she could tell, all those beautiful women used to cry, yell and leave the house. But not even on one occasion, had she seen Mr. Vin Diesel running inside the house following any of them.
An unconscious smile graced Dolores’ lips. Maybe she had been wrong; maybe Luna did really mean more for him that she had thought at the beginning.
Carmela came when she heard the doors slamming closed and looked, frowning, at Dolores.
“¿Que pasa, Lola? ¿Pelea de enamorados?” (What’s the matter, Lola? Lover’s fight?) She whispered.
“Eso parece, Carmela.” (That’s what it seems, Carmela.) Dolores answered as she shook her head, grinning. “Estos no van a volver a bajar. Se pondrán a chingar enseguida.” (Those two are not gonna come back down. They’ll be fucking each other in seconds) Dolores grinned and looked at Carmela.
One second later, both women burst into hysterical laughter. “Vamos a tomarnos un café.” (Let’s have a coffee) Dolores said, grinning as she headed to the kitchen.
Carmela looked at the ceiling, grinning and frowned deeply. She then shook her head and followed Dolores.