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Chapter 2

Vivianne Sinclair

By 8 P.M, I was all dolled up for the party. I stood before the mirror, face brightened with a smile as my eyes swept over my reflection.

A short white fitted gown. The perfect dress for tonight… An easy one to throw off if shit goes down later.

‘You’re crazy, Vivianne!’

Yeah, I know.

I stepped out of my room and into the hallway, but paused as I met Bailey at the door.

She stared with disgust.

"Just because Noah helped you last time, you think you suddenly have the privilege to attend his party?" She scoffed, crossing her arms in front of her, eyes sweeping over me.

"You had better not make a fool of yourself, Vivianne."

There goes my busybody stepsister.

My eyes dropped to her bruised knees that was still barely healed, and a smirk curled my lips.

Of course, I made sure she paid for what she did to me earlier. I pushed her in school and made sure she bruised her knees… just like she did to me.

Sighs! Suddenly, everyone referred to me as a bad person, but nobody gave a fuck when she pushed me.

Well, I didn't give a shit about what they say or think of me.

I wore a smile, crossing my arms on my chest, and sniffled the air. “I see your knees doesn't hurt as much... Asking for another one?”

She gritted her teeth, her gaze burning.

"Vivianne!"

"Go fuck yourself, Bailey." Then I pushed her out of my way and walked away.

My breath caught, and my grip tightened on my phone the moment I stepped out of the house and saw Noah.

He stood by his red sport car, wearing a pair of baggy denim jeans and jacket, opened in the chest.

My eyes lingered on his broad chest as I stood before him, and fingers itching to touch him.

“Hey…” His voice snapped me back to reality, and my cheeks flushed as I found his eyes roaming my body.

"Hey!" My voice cracked beneath the loud pounding in my chest.

"How's your knee now?" He glanced down at my knee, and I smiled shyly.

"I'm feeling better now... Thanks to you."

"That's good to hear..." He paused, his eyes sweeping over my body again, a soft smile playing on his face.

"You look hot tonight, Ms. Sinclair... As always."

The way his eyes roamed my body… The way he bit his lip… Fuck! I felt my body heat up, and my core tightened just at the sight of that.

"Ladies first..." He opened the car door for me. “After you.”

I swallowed nothing.

“Thank you.”

Then I hopped in. My eyes locked with Bailey for a moment as she stood at the entrance, glaring at me, just before Noah drove off.

At Noah's place, my eyes swept around the living room. Students danced in pairs to the buzzing music, drinking, and screaming.

I almost mistook it for a club. I mean, I didn't know our students were this wild.

I felt uncomfortable for a split second.

“Are you alright?” Noah's voice brought me back to reality, and I managed to smile at him, nodding my head.

“Do you want to dance?”

“Yes…” I nodded, unable to hold back. I'd been waiting for this moment all my life.

My breath hitched as he slid an arm around my waist, pulling me close, our bodies pressing against each other.

“I've not danced with anyone before.” I whispered shyly, melting under his gaze as he guided my hand to his shoulder.

He gave me a reassuring smile, “I got this.”

“Just follow my lead.”

Then we began dancing.

My legs faltered at each step we took, but Noah's strong arm around my waist held me in place, as he smiled at me, as if telling me ‘it's okay. I've got this’.

“Has anyone ever told you this?”

I raised a brow. “Huh?”

“Your eyes… they’re gorgeous…” He leaned close, his warm breath fanning the nape of my neck, and his lips brushed my earlobe as he hushed. “... And seductive.”

My breath caught, and my grip subconsciously tightened on him.

I looked away, and he chuckled lightly.

Everything went still… except the continuous thudding in my chest.

My eyes lingered on his lips, and heat flushed through my body, settling deep in my abdomen, clutching it tightly, down to my pussy.

Holy fuck! Am I aroused?

Hell no! This can't happen, please! I'd be embarrassed.

“You know you look cute when you're shy, hmm?”

Fuck! He's flirting with me… Does he have the slightest idea of what he's doing to me right now?

Our eyes locked for a moment before they dropped to his lips, and I swallowed hard as nasty thoughts flooded my mind.

I was still reeling when a cold liquid suddenly spilled on my back, wetting my cloth.

I gasped before turning swiftly, and there she was… Bailey. She stood before me, a smirk tugged at the corner of her lips.

When did this bitch get here?

“Oops! My hand slipped.”

I knew she did that intentionally.

My jaw tightened as my blood boiled beneath my skin.

How dare she ruin my dance with Noah?!

“What the hell do you think you are doing, Bailey?” Noah gritted, but before he could say another word, I grabbed the glass of wine beside me, and threw it right on her face.

She gasped… I gasped… And everyone else gasped. Then silence followed.

“Oops! My hand slipped, stepsister.” I smirked.

“Vivianne, you bitch! How dare you?” She gritted, fuming.

"You fucking asked for that!" Noah said to her, then held my hand.

“Come with me. I'll go help you clean that.” he gently led me away from the living room, not before glaring at Bailey.

We walked into one of the rooms upstairs, and Noah turned to me.

“I'll get you something to change into.” As he walked to the closet, I took the opportunity to glance around, my lips hanging open in awe.

The room wasn't just spacious, but had the perfect decoration too. A king-sized bed laid in the center, right beneath the chandelier light ascending from the ceiling.

I barely started admiring the room when Noah walked back to me with a white baggy shirt.

“Can you make do with this? I'll have your dress dry cleaned.”

“Oh… thank you.” My fingers brushed his as I reached for the dress, and my breath caught.

We locked eyes for a moment, and as my gaze dropped to his lips, my inside twitched with desire.

‘Kiss those lips’.

A voice screamed in my head, but I held back.

“Uhm… I'll change into this.” I said hurriedly, dashing into the bathroom.

*****

“This barely covers me.” I muttered, pulling the shirt down once I changed into it.

The shirt barely covered my butt, and I had only panties on.

“Ms. Sinclair? Are you okay?” Noah knocked on the door gently.

“Oh… Yeah, I'm fine. I'll be out in a bit.”

My fingers tightened at my sides as I stepped back into the room.

“I'm here…”

Noah's eyes swept over me, a smirk curling his lips.

“Looks my shirt looks better on you than it does on me.”.

My cheeks flushed.

“I'm sorry for the inconvenience.” I muttered.

“It's fine… You looked cool back there by the way.” He chuckled. “I didn't know Ms Sinclair had that fierce side.”

I bit my lip, rubbing my palms beside me, embarrassed.

“I'm sorry you had to see that. I was just—”

“I liked that.” His voice ignited something in me.

I blinked. “Huh?”

“I like crazy girls…” he chuckled. “Don't get me wrong, please. I mean I like my girl crazy and can defend herself when I'm not there.”

I swallowed hard. ‘My girl?’

My lips parted but no words came out. Our eyes just locked, silence echoed around us… except for the sound of my heartbeat… Loud and heavy. As if it'd explode in a second.

My eyes roamed his body, settling on his lips, and my pulse quickened with desire. The only thing I could think of at that moment was to be taken… by Noah.

‘Pull yourself together, Vivianne. You are not about to offer yourself to him for sex, are you?’

I tried to think of something else… just anything to get me distracted, but the feeling of my blood rushing under my skin, the heat in between my legs… and the tingling in my skin, kept drawing me back.

My lips parted as my breath became shallow, and the next second, Noah closed the distance between us, his finger brushing against my lips, eyes locked on me, and his voice… hoarse.

“Fuck it, Vivianne… What are you doing to me?”