Chapter 45

Natalie

I open up a beer on the couch because fuck it. I'm not perfect, and I plan to drink to my sorrows. Bridgerton is playing on low volume, and I turn my head when I hear a groaning Noah coming out from the bathroom.

"The water turned cold right when I was washing my hair! I'm never trusting your shower again!"

I snort at him. "I guess billionaires aren't faced with such peasant problems, huh?"

He chuckles and sits on the same couch on the opposite side. There are two couches in our living room in front of the TV and two chairs, yet he chooses to sit with me.

Noah is only trying to be friendly, right?

"Everything is perfect in my new mansion... The water is warm, and the beer is always cold."

Noah is drying his wet hair, and I struggle to keep my eyes locked on the TV without twitching. But the son of a gun, why does he have to be shirtless?!

Oh boy.

I swallow more beer and hold a cold one out for Noah without looking at him. The fictional men on the screen are much easier to sto