Chapter eleven

Amelia

I slipped back into my apartment trying not to wake, Dawn, I tiptoed quietly with my shoes in hand and just as I was about to head into my room.

“Girl, why you walking around like it isn’t your house” she said walked out from the kitchen with a tub of chocolate ice cream in hand

I’ve been caught red handed

“You know what to do girl” give me the deets” she said patting down on the couch beside her,

I groaned walking back to her knowing I have to spill every wonderful experience I just had, it was pure ecstasy, i wanted to relive it, but right now I had to spill everything that happened to Dawn

And I did

“Oh my God! This is huge and from everything you said you enjoyed this huh? she said with a mischievous glint in her eye, Dawn was such a nosy friend, which I loved .

“Yeah, we’ve decided to keep things on a low-key though, I don’t have the energy for social media or celebrity gossip” I said leaning into the couch, wishing I had some icecream right now.

“Whatever you decide girl, I’m here with you, and i mean it” she said her hands around me

“I hope you do know, he is a billionaire with a different life than yours, take things easy okay, don’t get sucked up trying to fit into where you can’t, I’m happy you’re finally getting some” she chuckled her nose deep into the tub of icecream

“Well it was more than some” I said dreamily

it definitely was

“Look at you all glowy and in such a good mood, who knew you needed some great piping”she said wriggling her eye brows.

I laughed “It was good, I’m going inside to take a shower and sleep”

“Yes rest up, it’s Saturday and you’ve earned it. She called as I walked to my room.

I scurried into the confines of my room, images and thoughts of last night plagued my mind, I still was reeling from it, Noah was so gentle, so romantic and so hot

That was a great fuck and even with my ex Flynn, I was under the sheets all the time with the lights off, and in size Flynn was no where, compared to Noah, I never knew sex could be so good. Noah saw me, worshiped me, made me feel so powerful and wanted.

What did this make us though? Boyfriend and girlfriend? I didn’t do casual sex at the same time I had never been with as a high profile person before and not to mention the city’s hottest bachelor, every one wanted him of course which made me shudder in disbelief, I was his now, I shook my head, stripping off my clothes and headed to the shower.

…….

I was on my laptop working, when my phone chimed, it was a notification from an unknown number

Flynn

He had been trying to reach out to me 2 years since we broke up, guess he couldn’t find any other woman who could put up with his bullshit.

Unknown number: Text me back Mia, I miss you and let’s see and talk

-Flynn

Ugh! “Leave me the fuck alone” I cursed under my breath.

I didn’t respond to the message, I just pressed the block button, but that didn’t stop my ex, he had been stalking me, calling me and texting and I ignored him. I had absolutely nothing to say to him. I didn’t even want to see him.

I was distracted from a memory of little bits of abuse I got from my ex, he didn’t hit me no, but he was emotionally abusive, I didn’t know at the time, but little jabs from him I thought were normal, I had to straighten my curls and wear red lipstick always be user that’s what he liked. He humiliated me in front of his friends, we were at a pizza joint one time with his friends and very loudly he said “you know black girls are prone to be more obese, you shouldn’t be eating too much, you are gaininb weighg already” the silence that ensured was enough to sink me to the ground, his friends couldn’t care less and began their conversation as though they didn’t hear what he just said. I gave excuses for this man and I kept giving excuses. Last straw was him lying he was going on a birthday vacation with his friends, which I wasn’t invited to because he thought “It wasn’t my thing” and turned out to be an engagement he planned for his main girlfriend.

I cried when I saw the posts on his social media page, I tried calling him and texting to no avail, Dawn picked up the pieces with me, I started my life all over again, moved out of the shared apartment with him and I got a job and within 2years I landed junior accountant, ain’t no way he was coming to tarnish that for me.

My phone buzzed again, I was tired from these texts from him, can’t he get a hint?.

But it was Noah

Noah; hey baby Do you have a swim suit?

I smilied

I could get used to this nickname.

Me; yes I do, why?

Noah; I want us to spend some time at my beach house tommorow, I miss you already baby.

Me: we saw not too long ago, Noah lol

Noah; I still want to see you, so you’ll come?

Me: sure why not, just text me the deets!

Noah; I’ll send my driver to pick you up, xoxo

The perks of dating a billionaire, he was in a League of his, and man I was a little bit scared inside.

The following day came, and I was giddy with excitement, Noah’s driver was downstairs already waiting for me and I was getting ready

I was in my brown swim suit I got at the mall some months ago on impulse, who knew it would come in handy

I had my sun hat on, sunglasses in my rafia bag, and I wore my black jean bum shorts on my bottoms.

I looked good, checking myself out on the mirror, my swim wear top looked small on me, it could bearly cover my boobs, but I didn’t care, I had a shirt to cover myself.

Dawn whistled as she saw me from the sitting room. I blushed

“You look beautiful, girl, kill em with those” she said looking at my boobs

“I will” I indulged

Soon I was in the car and on my way to see Noah, hopefully we are alone this time, with no friends or anything.

The car drove into the city port and halted, I stepped out of the car confused as to where the beach house was.

“Miss, please this way” Dean said with his hand extended to a yatch, a freaking yatch this day keeps getting better and better.

I was helped onto the yatch and it was enormous, you could throw a party in here and it would contain 5k persons,

“Welcome aboard miss Amelia, a man in uniform which I presumed was the captain, said shaking my hand. “ I’m the captain and we would be boarding soon, so be comfortable, Mr Prescott face instructions that you had to be comfortable, whatever you need, we have staff at your disposal”

“Thank you very much” I said smiling at him

I did some exploring on the yatch, it had a swimming pool at the upper deck, tastefully furnished rooms with TVs, and of course his study.

A dinning area, a mini golf course, a gym, boy I could get used to this lifestyle, I settled in my room, texting Noah.

Me: I’m on the yacht already… this thing is huge, Noah. You didn’t tell me you owned a small country on water.

I hit send and tossed my phone beside me on the bed, still smiling. A few seconds later, it buzzed.

Noah: Good. Make yourself at home, baby. I’ll be waiting at the house when you arrive. Wear something that’ll make me lose my mind.

My stomach flipped. This man.

I typed back quickly:

Me: No pressure, right?

Another buzz.

Noah: Baby, you could wear a bedsheet and I’d still lose my mind.

I covered my face, kicking my legs like a teenager in love. I was in trouble. Big, billionaire-shaped trouble.

The yacht hummed to life beneath me, the gentle vibration running through the floor. I stepped out to the deck, watching as the city became smaller and smaller behind us. The wind whipped through my hair, carrying the scent of salt and freedom.

For a moment, it was just me, the sea, and the thought of Noah’s hands on my waist again.

“Miss Amelia,” it was a staff, “would you like a drink while you rest” she said

Yes thank you” I replied

I walked toward the upper deck, my sunglasses now perched on my head. The sun kissed my skin warmly, and I felt… good. Soft. Alive.

I dipped my fingers into the pool, letting the cool water run over my skin.

My phone buzzed again.

Noah: Send me a picture.

I raised a brow, smirking. Of course he would ask.

Me: Of what? The ocean? The yacht? The sky?

Three dots appeared.

Then:

Noah: You. Just you, baby.

My breath caught for a second. I looked down at myself—brown swimsuit, bum shorts, sun hat. My top still threatening to misbehave.

I took off the hat, let my hair fall, adjusted my swimsuit just a little (for science), and snapped a picture from the shoulders down to my waist. Something cute, teasing… but not too much.

Me: Here. Don’t crash your car drooling or something.

He replied almost instantly.

Noah: I’m already regretting telling the captain to wait forty minutes. Hurry up, baby.

I shut my phone, my heart pounding in a way that made my knees soft.

The rest of the ride felt like a dream. The yacht cut through the water like it owned the ocean, the sunlight dancing over the waves, my mind dancing right back to Noah.

When the beach house finally came into view , a stretch of white walls, glass, and luxury sitting right on a private coast—I had to blink twice.

Of course he would own a place like this.

Of course he would be the kind of man waiting outside the door, hands in his pockets, sunglasses on, jawline looking illegal.

And as the yacht slowed, I saw him.

Noah.

Smiling at me like he already knew he’d won.