Chapter 10

Natalie

We blast through the doors, and I laugh as Noah spins me around while I'm carried like a princess. I see stars. Everything feels light and aflame; I'm on cloud nine.

Did I mistakenly enter through heaven's doors?

"You're truly stunning tonight, Natalie," Noah says. "The only thing I hate is your outfit."

I snort through my nose. "Then how about we take it off?"

The poor butler, Frank, can apparently be trusted, and therefore, Noah doesn't care about being intimate.

And I don't care because I'm drunk.

"We have to wash you, my sweet duchess. Do a cleansing before we burn your pajamas to the ground."

I'm snorting through my nose again. The wine I drank has clearly gone to my head. I'm happy and unguarded. Noah bought me plenty of new clothes today, but I'm not allowed to wear them.

Not yet.

"And how are we supposed to do a cleansing?" I ask.

Noah replies by running up the stairs. His mansion has plenty of them, and the walls are covered in paintings. Chandeliers fill the ceiling