Chapter 333
Chapter 333:
“I need you to check every hotel nearby. I need to find her tonight,” I instructed. The men nodded and left, though two guards stayed with me. Like I needed them.
I took out my phone and tried calling her. Just as I feared, she was unreachable.
I was typing a text when Marta’s strong perfume hit my nostrils.
“Jaris!” she beamed. “Why are you out here p>
I spared her a glance before returning my attention to my phone. I’d never really liked that perfume on her. It was an agarwood fragrance and always smelled too strong.
“Well, I’ve been looking for you. I just wanted you to know how happy I am that you chose me. I mean, I wasn’t expecting it.” She laughed nervously. “This means we’ll have to get married, right p>
I looked at her again and scoffed—at myself. It wasn’t until she mentioned it that I realized I truly hadn’t told her about it. Didn’t even consider her opinion at all.
Marta Monroe being my Grand Luna. Who would’ve thought?
Years ago, when I first met her, I liked her because I thought she was a lovable person. That was until I came to understand how wrong she was in so many ways. I was happy she gave me kids, but I never wanted her by my side. Unfortunately, I had to do this for my kids—for their future. They were more important than the dislike I had for their mother.
“Not now, Marta,” I grumped before I walked away.
It took thirty more minutes for me to finally locate Lyric. That was after I’d sent multiple texts and tried calling several times. Her line finally went through. “Where the hell are you, Lyric? We’ve been worried!” It was hard to keep the anger from my voice.
I’d actually been worried when she was unreachable for too long.
“I’m fine.” Her reply was simple. She sounded tired, too.
“Where are you p>
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She said nothing.
“Lyric p>
“I—I’m fine. I just booked this hotel to p>
“Where p>
Silence.
“Text me the address, Lyric. Now p>
I cut the call, not wanting to give her an option to disagree
JARIS
She texted the location and I was there in no time. She opened the door when I rang the bell, and the moment I laid eyes on her, I forgot my worries for a minute.
She was wearing a thigh-length nightdress—short enough to reveal her thick thighs. It had a matching jacket, but it did nothing to hide the beauty of her cleavage.
Her hair was down over her shoulders, her face bare of makeup.