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‘Life is like a roller coaster, live it, be happy, enjoy life.’ Quote by Avril Lavigne.Because Poppy’s place was the closest to the club, they had all decided to get ready there.With Poppy’s name, anyone would think she should be a redhead, but she wasn’t. She was blonde and tall and gorgeous. Beautiful with her even features and bright blue eyes. She had always had men chasing her around campus. Not even the thought of her having a baby at home had put them off. Tonight she wasn’t playing her look down like she normally did. Because they were making April wear a dress, she was making them wear dresses as well.April looked down at the green silk dress that hugged every curve. “Are you sure about this? I mean, it’s short.”Poppy laughed. “Not as short as it was on me. But that was a lifetime ago. Plus, it brings out your green eyes. Makes them seem brighter.”April looked over at her friend. On her the dress stopped mid-thigh, but on Poppy’s tall elegant figure, the dress would be a
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‘Friendship isn’t a big thing - it’s a million little things. Quote by Paulo Coelho.Noah settled down on to the lounge in the VIP area of Twister. Looking around, he liked the nightclub it had character.Noah had inherited the club when he had purchased the hotel it was attached to. Upgrading the hotel to match its historical significance, but Twister was left largely untouched. He arranged for a small renovation, a fresh coat of paint and new bathrooms.But unfortunately, with the increase of wealthy guest staying at the hotel, the cliental had changed Twister from a uni bar to a trendy place to be.Noah had almost choked when he had seen the prices of the drinks. That’s not what he had discussed with the bar manager. Noah had wanted to keep the cost down for the uni crowd. He remembered what it was like going to university with not a lot of money. It was something he would be fixing. First thing tomorrow. He had already emailed his manager to meet him in the morning.So what if rich
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April danced with her friends, moving along with the beat as she let the rhythm carry her, lost in the moment. The neon lights of the nightclub flickered around her, picking up the bright colors on the dance floor. She felt great. She had finished university with honors.The few drinks she allowed herself had helped her relax enough that she could temporarily put aside her worries about her father for tonight. She would resume worrying about him tomorrow. He was normally the first thing she thought of every morning. Glad she hadn’t received a phone call from the hospital during the night.Her alcohol induced confidence radiating from every movement. Poppy, Sophie, and Trent danced nearby, their laughter lost because of the volume of the music. Poppy made sure she kept her back to the VIP area the entire time and her laugh was a little forced, but April was the only one that noticed. Her friend hadn’t wanted to leave, even when April offered to cover for her. Shrugging if Poppy felt she
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‘Chemistry is you touching my arm and it setting fire to my mind.’ Quote by Nayyirah Waheed.Noah watched while security pulled the piece of shit off the floor and none to gently dragging the guy to the exit. He wondered how he was going to get her alone? He watched her for a second. “Ryan, Max, I’ll meet you back in the VIP area soon. I just need to get May…. was it?”April nodded, keeping her back to Ryan. Because she knew him. Noah hadn’t realized who she was. Why should he? She just couldn’t take the chance of Ryan seeing her as well. That just upped the chance of getting recognized.“.. some ice for her knee.”It was then that April realized she was still rubbing her bruised knee. Pulling her hand away. She was about to say she was fine when he turned to her friends.“Are you May’s friends?” he said to Sophie and Trent. At their nods. “Sorry about tonight. Your drinks are on me for the unpleasantness.” Before anyone had a chance to say anything, he put an arm around April’s waist
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“Perfect,” Noah said, grabbing her hand. “Let’s go.”Noah then put his arm securely around April’s waist as he guiding her around to the front door of the hotel. Their bodies pressed close together as they crossed the foyer of the hotel.The woman at the reception desk lifted her head and turned towards them when she heard April’s heels clicking on the tile flooring. A bright smile appeared on her face as she saw Noah. However, her smile faded slightly as her eyes moved to April, and she gave her a quick once-over. She had a disapproving look on her face.Noah’s hand slid down her back, his touch sent shivers up her spine. He watched her, not the woman behind the counter.God, she hoped the woman didn’t think she was a prostitute. Looking down at how she was dressed. No, her dress wasn’t cheap or tasteless. It was well made. So maybe the woman thought she was an escort. That wasn’t any better.April thought about it for a second. Did she really care? It wasn’t like she was ever going t
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Noah’s lips crashed down on hers. April could taste herself on his lips, her senses exploding with excitement. His hands roamed her body, exploring every curve, every inch of skin. She gasped into his mouth, her hands clutching at his bare shoulders.“God, you’re incredible,” Noah murmured against her lips. “Touch me.”April blinked. Did he mean down there? She could feel his cock pressing against her thigh. Did he want her to do to him what he had just done to her? April’s mind went blank for a moment. She didn’t know if she could. She might give herself away, but if she told him she didn’t know how to give head, then that would lead to questions she didn’t want to answer.“Fuck,” Noah whispered, his eyes dark and gruff with desire. “You’re perfect.”April whimpered as his hands returned to her breasts, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh. She could feel his erection straining against his boxers, a reminder of the raw need driving them both.“Please,” she begged, as his fingers pinc
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Noah let out a groan as he carefully disentangled himself from May’s exhausted form, savoring the sound of her surprised gasp as they separated.Fuck! What the hell had just happened? This night hadn’t meant anymore to him other than a means to get his rocks off. Noah moved off the bed to sit on the side, trying to catch his breath and so he could think.This time he had really muffed up. He would normally have the ‘Talk.’ with his sexual partners. Telling them he wasn’t interested in a girlfriend or, god forbid, a wife. He already had a fucking wife he didn’t want. He didn’t need a woman angling to be the second Mrs Crawford when he hadn’t got rid of the first one, yet. But he told no one about April.Some stupid gossip rag had told everyone years ago he had divorced her. So what? Noah shrugged. He didn’t care; he didn’t even see himself as married. Noah knew William Harrington was in the hospital. The last report he had received it didn’t look like William would be leaving the hospit
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April woke to the sound of the shower running. The rhythmic patter of water came from the direction of the bathroom. She had used to clean up last night.The events of the night before replayed in her mind like a vivid dream. Noah’s hands exploring her body, his lips devouring hers, the way he had taken her not once, but twice more after their initial coupling. Her cheeks flushed as she remembered the intensity of each encounter, the raw passion that had consumed them both. He had used a condom the other times as well, with no issue. Both of them did not want to risk it.She shifted on the bed, her limbs heavy with satisfaction. She was stiff, but in a good way. Wow, last night. When she had thought Noah wanted her to leave, it had just been the beginning, not the end. Who knew men liked it more than once a night? Her friends didn’t talk about sex. They all had a past, some best forgotten.Thinking about the sex didn’t stop the gnawing anxiety twisting in her chest. She had been lucky,
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The front door clicked shut behind them with a soft thud, the sound swallowed by the quiet stillness of the Harrington estate.April’s heels echoed faintly in the empty hall, her fingers still laced through Noah’s. The place smelled like memory, old cedar and roses, polished wood, her childhood. She had loved it here. She was so glad they had renewed their vows in the garden she loved so much.For a moment, the silence felt too big. Too final. Like stepping out of one life and into another. Her dad was gone, but she held him in her heart and this place would always be here.Noah, in his usual effortless way, broke the weight with a grin.“Well, Mrs. Crawford,” he murmured, his voice low, teasing, “you have exactly fifteen seconds to tell me which room we’re sleeping in before I throw you down right here on the marble floor.”April raised a brow, smoothing her fingers up his lapel. “Not the master-suite.”Noah blinked. “Why not?”“It was my father’s room, and I still feel guilty moving
