Chapter Seven

Ever since that morning on Noah's bed, I've been dealing with an internal conflict.

He saved me from Shauna and even dealt with her in his own way, which I had no idea how and never wanted to know how.

Ignorance is bliss.

But he showed he was the asshole I first met at that party, and had no intention of changing. I mean, who calls his fiancé his property? Even though I was the payment of the debt my stupid father owed, he had no right.

That was the main reason I didn't get into a relationship. Men are too hot and cold, and they never make up their minds.

If you want to be nice, be nice!

Moreover, I was bothered about when he said he owed me. The way his touch made me shiver, in delight and fear at the same time, and the way his velvety voice flowed when he called me Cherie.

Heaven knows how much I replayed that in my head.

And his comment on my underwear.

Red seemed to follow me everywhere. The roses on the center table were red. The suit tie he wore the next day was red. Even the sky had a reddish hue.

He affected me in ways I hated. Therefore I've been avoiding him. I knew the time he came home, exactly nine pm sharp, unless he stayed out late, which often ended by ten-ish. He worked in his study till one in the morning, then goes to his office at seven. He never left his study till five in the morning, giving me the chance to raid the kitchen in that time duration.

It was a fool-proof plan, until one night I went out in my satin nightwear, and I entered the kitchen, just to see him on the kitchen counter. How could such a plan that worked for days suddenly fail?

My face burned in embarrassment as he looked over my nightwear. It clinged onto my body and ended at my mid-thigh. I didn't bother changing since I wasn't expecting him outside.

He took his time, his eyes lingering on my thighs for a second, leaving heat as he trailed up to my chest, where my nipples were making their presence known own. He slowly licked his lips then finally met my eyes.

He looked more stressed than I've ever seen him, but it didn't affect his body as he was still perfect, his arms bare in his tank top, the sight affecting my thinking.

Noah was dangerous. A threat to my sanity.

He cleared his throat, folding his arms and stared right at me like I was see-through.

"Are you avoiding me, Mon cherie?"

His voice flowed into my ears to my bloodstream before finally resting in the middle of my legs.

I controlled my blush as soon as possible, trying to seem like the lethal weapon launched at me didn't cause any damage, like I wasn't going to remember this, thus not allowing me to sleep for nights on end.

"I don't see a reason why I would avoid you, unless you are the one avoiding me."

He was a bit surprised at my sudden confidence but got over it as soon as it came. I walked towards him, his calm demeanor cracking a bit as I stood in front of him.

He tensed up as I brushed beside him, his scent enveloping my senses.

"Let me get that." I said as I picked up the bag of chips that was beside him on the counter.

He visibly relaxed as I walked away from him to the fridge.

"Don't flatter yourself. Why would I avoid you? I have better use of my time." He hoarsely said.

Good. I got a reaction from him.

"You are sure being defensive." I bent over to pick a can of onion dip, teasing him a bit with my ass in the air.

I heard him inhale a bit. I smiled as I closed the fridge. I looked over to him, his hand on the counter in a death grip and a dark glint in his eyes as they followed me.

"I'm not." He grunted out.

I chuckled.

"If you say so. Goodnight Noah." I sang as I went out of the kitchen finally letting out a nervous breath.

What was I thinking teasing a beast?

I face palmed as I remembered that night. I haven't seen him ever since. I don't think i could survive being close to him for to long.

I groaned out load, attracting the attention of both Bella and Anna. I've been hanging out with them both since I wasn't allowed to work anymore. Bella and Anna hit it off really well, they often forgot I was there most of the time. They were both dirty minded, and although Anna was vulgar and Bella was prim, they seemed to compliment each other. I think I overheard Bella cursing. That was new.

"What'cha thinkin bout?" Anna poked me at my side, which ended up more painful than I expected.

I rubbed my side as they both looked at me, expecting a reply.

"Nothing." I sipped out of my milkshake, looking everywhere except them.

"I bet she's having flashbacks from when she and my brother did the naughty."

The milkshake went through the wrong pipe, sending me through a coughing fit. After I recovered, I stared at Bella, who in turn gave me a wink.

"What is wrong with you? I need to minimise your time with Anna."

Beside me Anna protested, " It's not my fault. She had it in her."

Bella giggled. "Oh you know its true. Two people in love living in a house house together. It's bound to happen."

Oh right, in love. As if. I wished to tell them it was a contract relationship, that I was only in Noah’s life because I had no choice, because my scum father owed him, but I couldn't take that chance.

So I did the only thing I could do. I smiled. Bella and Anna took that as consent. They jumped up and down, squealing happily. The other people in the diner stared at us, probably wondering who let us out of the zoo.

"Calm down guys." I hushed them, trying to reduce the noice.

"You are finally no more a virgin!" Anna squealed.

I sighed, face-palming. "Yes, Anna. Thanks for letting the whole diner in the loop."

"Sorry." She quieted down.

"How many times?" Bella asked like it was the most normal thing to ask.

I sighed, answering anyway. "Twice. He has been busy."

"That's not enough." Bella mused as she thought.

I have a bad feeling about this. What could she possibly be suggesting about my sex life with her brother which, by the way, was the weirdest thing to talk about with my future sister-in-law.

Her eyes brightened as she finally got her idea. Oh no, I felt a sense of impending doom.

"I know, let's go lingerie shopping! I have a friend that owns a boutique for mainly this. It would be perfect. "

She tossed her cup into the trash, Anna following suit.

Anna looked at me. " Red is totally your color."

I knew it, my gut is never wrong.

I sighed again, also tossing my cup in the trash. There was no getting out of it.

"If we are going to do this, any color but red."

Bella shook her head. "No, red is perfect. It's my brother's favourite. "

Fuck my life.