Chapter Eight

Luna’s POV

I was stood staring at myself in the mirror of the ladies room, what the fuck just happened I thought to myself. My hands were trembling, I swore to myself I would never let another man put his hands on me again and there I was with some asshole holding onto me like I was a piece of meat, the same asshole I met a short time earlier in the elevator.

I can’t believe I did nothing I should have punched him right in his face, instead I ran off.

Mr Callaso, why did he help me? I thought to myself although I was actually grateful for his help. My mind wondered to that accent of his, He wasn’t from the UK, he had an American accent, New York if I’m not mistaken but his name sounds Italian or Greek, his voice was so deep it sent shivers down my spine.

“Luna” I was snapped out of my thoughts by Carrie, she looked worried. Shit I completely forgot about Carrie and ran off leaving her with the friend of Mr Callaso.

“Are you ok?” she asked with concern in her voice as she ran over to