My Fated Human Luna

Chapter 146

My Fated Human Luna Chapter 149

2 Little Mistake

Maverick POV

After the meeting, I head straight to my office. I know Connor will have more to say about Ruby but I have an important phone call so I am saved from his ball busting for now. I close the door and pick up the phone. It rings twice before my mother picks up. “Hello sweet boy.” “Hi mom, how are you feeling?” “You know you don’t need to call me at the same time every day if you’re busy.” “Don’t be ridiculous, you are more important than any meeting I could have.” She laughs and I love that sound. My heart sinks with the thought that there could come a time when I won’t be able to hear it. “How did your big meeting go? How is your new boss? Do you think she will be a good fit?” I start to laugh. “That’s a lot of questions at once. The meeting was good. She seems really intelligent and driven. She definitely isn’t just there because she is Stephen’s granddaughter.” “I guess your worries are put to rest then.” “Yes, I believe that she will be an asset to the team. Stephen will be able to enjoy his retirement.” “I’m glad but I’m sure he wasn’t worried about you running things, Maverick.” I would like to believe that but I don’t want to focus on work right now. “Enough about work, I want to see how you are.” “Maverick, I have been in the hospital for a week. I’m not really that exciting. I’ve watched more game shows and soap operas than I care to admit. The meds are helping with the nausea and hopefully the chemo is helping with the cancer.” “Not hopefully, it is helping. You have to be positive. That is as important as the medicine, mom.” NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

“When did they say you could come home?” “They want me here for at least one more week and then I can go home.” “You mean you can come to my home.” “Maverick, I’m sure that Delilah is not going to want me hanging around your apartment. Besides, I’m still capable of taking care of myself.” “Mom, first of all, that isn’t true. Delilah loves having you around. Second of all, my apartment is big enough for you to have privacy and I will be able to keep an eye on you. If you get sick, I want to be there to help you.”

She laughs “that’s a mother’s job.” “Well, it’s my turn to return the favor after all the years you took such great care of me.” We talk for another twenty minutes about her favorite tv shows and the nurses love life’s at the hospital. Despite what she is going through, I can tell she is smiling and happy. When we hang up, I sit back in my chair. I hate that she has to be in the hospital for another week but I know it’s where she needs to be. I give myself the same talk I do every time I think about her being sick before I get back to work.

I look at my watch and realize that it’s already five. I’m supposed to meet Connor for a drink before I head home. Delilah has plans with her friends so I agreed to the drink. Actually, he didn’t give me any choice. I was happy to go home and veg out on the couch. I pack up my briefcase and head for the elevator. “Have a good night Mr. Colwell”, Jennifer, the floor secretary, says as I step onto the elevator. I nod and the elevator door closes. I’m thankful that she was behind the desk putting distance between us. She has asked me out several times despite me being very clear that I am not interested and very taken. I would never cheat on Delilah. The door to the elevator opens and I spot Connor across the lobby talking to a woman, of course. He meets me by the door and we head out into the parking garage. As we head to my car, I notice the parking sign with Ruby Solace written on it. Connor notices at the same time. “The next time I ask you about a woman and you tell me she is capable when she looks like that woman does” he says, pointing to the sign. “I’m taking your man card. I’m not sure if you realize this, but taken doesn’t mean dead, Maverick.”

I laugh as I throw my briefcase on the back seat. “Get the hell in before I change my mind.” I slide into the driver’s seat of my car and Connor gets into the passenger’s seat. Before he can say anymore, I turn the radio on and pull out of my spot. “What bar are you dragging me to?” He smiles and I have a feeling I’m not going to like the answer. “The Den” he says and I grip the steering wheel. “That is not a bar. It is a night club with girls dancing in cages.” “They have a VIP lounge and there are no girls dancing in there. We can have a few drinks and then your boring a** can go home.” “Fine, a couple drinks and then I’m going home.” I drive to the club I’ve only been to on one other occasion. It is packed and as we make our way across the floor I realize why I have only come here once. People are

packed on the floor and I try to dodge women who are trying to rub against me. Connor, of course, is in his glory dancing with every willing woman. We finally make it to the VIP section.

Connor leans into the bouncer and slaps his hand for a shake. I’m sure giving him an obscene amount of money to get in. He pulls the rope back and we head up a red carpeted set of stairs. A woman who is barely wearing a dress leads us over to an area with couches. We both take a seat and order a drink. There is plexi glass allowing the VIP section to see the dance floor. It’s a sea of people and I’m so grateful to be in VIP right now. The waitress returns and hands me my Manhattan. “Is there anything else I can do for you gentlemen” she says in her most seductive voice. I shoot a glare at Connor before he can answer. He looks back at her, “no sweetheart, we’re good.” She walks away and he sulks as I sip on my drink. “You’re a terrible wingman.” “Yes I am”, I say and laugh. After I finish my first drink, I’m feeling more relaxed and slightly buzzed. I sit back just watching the people dance until my eyes land on something that immediately sobers me up. “What the hell is wrong with you”, Connor asks, as I stand so I can see the dance floor better.

I point and when he looks I know I’m right as the blood drains from his face. I don’t even think as I start to walk toward the stairs. “Maverick, be calm. Maybe there’s a perfectly good explanation for your fiance grinding on some random dude.” I turn “shut the f**k up right now Connor.” I take the stairs two at a time and manage to weave through the bodies until I reach the woman that is supposed to be my future wife dancing with some a**hole. I take a breath before I tap her on the shoulder. When we make eye contact she freezes. She tries to unwind herself from her dance partner, but I don’t want to hear what she has to say right now. I turn heading back toward Connor. When I reach him he has sympathy in his expression. I turn back toward the VIP area without a word to him. Once I walk past the bouncer I can hear Delilah screaming my name. I turn back and the bouncer is stopping her from following me. “Is she with you sir” he asks me. I look at this woman that I love. “No, she is with some a**hole on the dance floor.” “Maverick, please I’m sorry we were just dancing. Please don’t do this. I love you.” Everything in me wants to believe that she drank too much and it was just dancing, but what would have happened if I hadn’t been here tonight? I turn and make my way back up the stairs and sit down

in the same chair. I flag the waitress down and order another drink. I have no intention of getting sh*t faced but I need another drink before I go home.

“I’m heading home, Connor. Do you want me to drop you off?” “Maybe you should come to my place tonight. She probably will be there when you get home.” “No, it’s my apartment. I’m going home and going to bed. We have an early day tomorrow.” We both head for the stairs and I pray she isn’t here and ready to make a scene. I’m grateful when we leave VIP and the crowd has died down. We head to my car and I pull up at Connor’s apartment building. “Are you sure you want to deal with her tonight?” He really is a good guy. “I’m good, I’ll see you bright and early.” He closes the door and I pull away. The drive home I replay the scene over and over in my mind which does nothing to improve my mood. I pull into the parking garage for our complex and notice that her car isn’t in its usual spot. I don’t know whether to be happy about that or not. My mind goes to the fact that she could be with that a**hole. I shake those thoughts away and head for the elevator. I push the button for my floor.

I turn the key in my door and once I’m inside I don’t even turn the lights on. I head down the hallway to my room. As soon as I open the door I stop dead. Delilah is passed out on the bed. I take a deep breath before I head inside and grab pajamas out of my drawer. I grab a suit for tomorrow and head to the guest room down the hall. I don’t think I have ever been this angry in my life. After I’m showered and dressed, I slide into bed. I set my phone alarm and lay there staring at the ceiling. How the hell did everything go to sh*t in one night? I turn over and sleep finally takes me under.

The Dream

I’m sitting at my desk in the office when I hear the door open. When I look up, the biggest wolf I have ever seen is sitting in front of me. I expect to feel fear but I don’t. I stand walking around my desk until I’m just a foot from the wolf. She lays down and I notice how beautiful her fur is. It is chocolate brown and looks like silk. I have to stop myself from reaching out to touch it. The wolf whimpers and our eyes

meet. She has beautiful green eyes that send a shiver down my spine. I take a breath before I start to reach out my hand.

Dream Ends

A banging brings me out of the most vivid dream I’ve ever had. I sit up and realize that Delilah is screaming for me to open the door. I walk over “enough Delilah. I have to get ready for work. I will talk to you later.” “Maverick please” she pleads with me. “No, I can’t talk to you right now. I’m going to get ready for work.” I pick up my clothes and head for the bathroom. Once I’m ready, I take a deep breath before I open the door and head for the kitchen. She rushes in and starts to try to explain what happened. I don’t respond and once I have my coffee, I walk past her. I head through the living room and she follows me. “Maverick, please don’t throw everything we have built away because I made a little mistake. It was just dancing.” I stop and turn around, looking into her eyes. “You and I have a very different idea of what constitutes a little mistake. I told you, we will discuss this after I get home from work.” She drops her head and I leave before I say something I will regret.