7. Playing With The Fire, Hot Noah

Casey POV

"Fucking asshole!" 

I almost slapped Noah, but he just swatted my hand away, grabbing it with one hand. He smirked, clearly enjoying having control over me.

"Don't even try fighting me, Girl. You're completely under my control."

"Noah, stop it…"

A knock at the door was like a godsend, and instantly, Noah's smirk vanished. He glared at the door, letting out a frustrated sigh. He let go of my hand. Before opening the door, he briefly touched my lip, as if tidying up the mess he'd made.

Noah opened the door. The beautiful woman who had been standing near Mr. Adam earlier was also there.

"Your dad's waiting. He's got a lot of work to do. Don't get too lost in your fun here," the woman said, her voice firm but soft.

Noah's gaze was sharp. He didn't say anything. He just pulled me out of the room and towards the dining area. Mr. Peter Adam was already there, sitting with such a dominating aura. It was clear that he had authority, not just in this house, but all over the city. I hesitated to join them, but it was too late. Noah sat down, sliding out the chair next to him and patting it, signaling me to sit there.

It was rude, but I couldn't say anything right now. I felt like I didn't have the guts around Mr. Adam. So I slowly sat down, making sure my actions seemed polite. The beautiful woman came in, sitting elegantly across the table, her gaze fixed on Noah. She made it clear she was the lady of the house.

In that tense, cold atmosphere, we had dinner together. The dishes on the table were so varied. I took just a little bit and ate it quietly.

"Why did you move to this city?" Mr. Peter suddenly asked.

I almost choked as his gaze pierced right through me.

"Uh, yeah. It's about personal stuff," I mumbled. "My parents got divorced, and I had to move in with my mom."

"Divorced?" he grumbled. His voice is deep and intimidating. "What does your mom do?"

"She's actually looking for a job right now, but I can assure you I'm fine, Mr. Adam. My mom is very conservative and protective."

"So, who's paying for your college?"

"My mom has compensation money from the divorce and some savings that are enough to pay for me. I'll probably get a part-time job too. So, it's not a big deal."

"You look so gloomy," the beautiful woman said suddenly. "If finances aren't the main problem, then something else about this divorce is hurting you."

"Can you just shut your fucking mouth, Rebecca?" Noah suddenly snapped. "Why do you have to ask about other people's privacy? You're making Casey uncomfortable."

I stayed silent. Again, Noah's anger was ruining the mood. Why was he so easily angered? And who was Rebecca? She was too young to be Noah's mother.

Noah stood up, about to pull my hand.

"Sit down!" Mr. Adam suddenly boomed, his voice echoing. "No one leaves this room until the food on that plate is finished."

I took a deep breath. My throat felt tight from the tension, but the tension immediately shifted when a phone rang. It was Mr. Adam's. He stood up, moved away from the table, and answered the call.

"Yes, Sheriff. What's going on, calling me so late?" His voice was calm, but I could feel the seriousness.

"Just eat." Noah reminded me to ignore his dad.

I tried to focus on my food, but Mr. Adam's words about a biker gang were clear. I looked at Noah. His jaw was clenched. Even though he pretended to be calm, I knew he was on alert, listening to his father's conversation. It seemed like chaos was happening downtown due to a biker gang.

After a while, Mr. Adam came back to the table. He finished dinner in a bit of a hurry.

"What happened?" Noah asked, sounding curious.

Mr. Adam stood up, looking at his son.

"A group of bikers caused chaos at the fireworks party. Some citizens were injured. I need to check it out," he answered quickly.

Noah also stood up, but Mr. Adam turned back, pointing at Noah.

"You're not going there, Noah. Take your girlfriend home. Her mom must be looking for her. I don't want to see you at the scene!" The warning was clear. I was worried, but it was better if I didn't get involved.

Mr. Peter Adam left the dining room in a hurry. Right then, Noah got up. Rebecca approached him.

"Don't interfere, Noah. Let your dad handle everything."

"Get fucking lost. I need to take Casey home," Noah said sharply, without any empathy.

Rebecca is just silent, scared by Noah's glare and voice. Noah turned to me, "Come on. You need to go home."

I stood up. This was what I was waiting for. To go home and end this day. Noah grabbed my hand, pulling me out of the place, and he was in just as much of a hurry as his father. His hand was rough, like someone being chased. I felt overwhelmed trying to keep up with him.

"I can walk by myself, Noah! You're hurting me!" But he didn't care. 

We left the house, but we took an unusual, smaller, and quieter street. I was scared, especially with the minimal lighting.

"Where are we? I need to go home, Noah."

"Just be quiet. The streets are messed up. I need to make sure they don't see you."

They? Who? Those bikers? Oh, no. This is fucking dangerous."

We arrived next to my house. I didn't dare let my mom see Noah. And it looked like my mom was already home. She'd definitely be mad at me. It was already 8 PM. She'd know I lied.

"Go," I said.

Noah looked around, as if observing something.

"Where's your room?" Noah asked.

"Why do you ask?"

"No. Just asking."

I pointed to the window on the side. It was visible because we were next to the house. Suddenly, my phone rang. I panicked, thinking it was my mom calling. When I checked, it was Anthony. Instantly, I felt my blood boil. I didn't want to answer the call.

"Why?" Noah peeked. "Why aren't you answering?"

"None of your business."

Noah snatched my phone. He looked at the screen, then immediately answered the call. My eyes widened in panic. Why was he so random!

"Noah, give me my phone!"

"Hey, dude!" Noah answered Anthony's call. He smirked, looking completely satisfied.

"Oh, hey. Who are you? This is my girlfriend's phone. Why are you answering it?"

Anthony's voice was clearly audible. Noah glanced at me, making me panic. What was he going to tell Anthony? I hoped he wouldn't make things even worse.