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01.

ISABELLA "Noah! What the fuck, man?" Hardin curses, as he reaches for the sheets and throws it around my naked body, pulling it tight. At the same time, he's fumbling around, his hand slapping against the mattress, searching for something, anything, to cover his dick. Which was currently doing a very impressive job in standing at attention. Then he turns, eyes blazing, to his brother, who's sitting on the only sofa in this room, a smug grin plastered across his face. Like he didn't just barge in on us, without a single knock, cuddling nakedly. Fuck! I'm too mortified to speak. Too stunned to even form a coherent word. I can't even bring myself to look up at Noah. My heart is racing. Fuck again! How much did he see? My ass? My breasts? Noah is fucking out of his mind. Seriously. Normal people know how to knock. Normal people won't gleefully watch their brother and his girl naked on the bed. But who am I kidding? Noah isn't normal. Not at all. He thrives on chaos, on pushin

02.

ISABELLA "Babe?" "I got in, Hardin!" I shriek, my voice, a pitch higher than usual. His brow furrows for a second, a gentle frown creasing his forehead. "Got in where, sweetie? To the bath?" I chuckle, waving the phone frantically in front of his face. "Greenville? The scholarship? The university?" He tilts his head, his confusion melting into sudden realization, his eyes widening as the words finally register. "You got in?" I nod again, vigorously, a huge, giddy smile splitting my face. I can't stop it, it feels like it's permanently etched there. Before I can blink, he let's out a loud, delighted whoop, and lunges for me. He scoops me up in his arms, the fluffy towel threatening to unravel as he lifts me high and starts spinning us around the room. "Put me down!" I shriek, half from surprise, half from hysterical giggles, clinging onto his wet, slippery shoulders for my dear life. "Fuck, babe! You got in!" He puts me down, his hands resting on my waist, his eyes sh

03.

ISABELLA My head is spiraling. Yeah. Because that doesn't sound like the Noah I know at all. "He said you have to pay quarter the rent." Hardin states, looking relieved. "He said, and I quote, 'It's just an empty room. Tell Minnie I expect her to take care of my house." Quarter rent. Okay, that's definitely a win. I sigh. "He called me Minnie again, didn't he?" Hardin winces. "Twice. But look, this is perfect, Bella. It's free. You're going to Greenville. You're getting your education." He grabs my hands, his excitement returning. "Yeah, I know, but I have to live with your brother." I whine. "This is now a win, Hardin." "Come on," he coaxes, pulling me closer. "You'll be fine. You’re tough. You’ll just have to avoid him." "Avoid Noah Hawkins." I repeat. Hardin laughs, pulling me into a proper kiss. "I'll make sure he's busy. I told him I owe him for the favor. And he agreed to a few ground rules. No partying in the main living space on weekdays, no bringing people

04.

ISABELLA I spend the next four hours mechanically pouring coffee, flipping plates, and running on pure adrenaline and the lingering, confusing high of the Greenville acceptance letter, even as the room of the Noah situation loomed. The instant my shift is over, I throw my apron on the hook. "Later, drama queen!" Chloe yells after me, a knowing laugh in her voice. "Don't call me that!" I call back, already halfway out the door. Drama queen was yet another of Noah's nickname for me. Leo just gives me a wave and a gentle, annoying smirk. "See you tomorrow, Minnie." I resist the urge to flip him off. That name is going to be the death of me. My walk home is short, but the mood shift is immediate and brutal. 'Home' isn't a place of comfort; it's a carefully managed minefield. The moment I walk up to the small, unkempt house, the giddy feeling vanishes, replaced by a familiar knot of anxiety in my stomach. I hate this feeling. The one where I have to mentally prepare for b

05.

ISABELLA I wake up the next morning feeling heavy, like I hadn't slept at all. The memory of handing over the last dollar to my dad is a dull ache in my chest. I can't face Hardin yet. I need a plan. I drag myself out of bed around eleven. The house is quiet, which usually means one of two things: they are either passed out or plotting. I open my door, and the acrid smell of stale cigarettes and burnt coffee hits me instantly. Both parents are in the living room. My dad is slumped in his armchair, a cigarette dangling from his lips, and my mum is chain-smoking on the sofa, a haze of smoke thick above her head. The curtains are drawn, making the room dark. I need to feel strong. I need to feel like the girl who got a scholarship, not the one who's still yelled at for dirty dishes. I go back into my room and pull out an outfit. A dark denim mini-skirt that hit mid-thigh... definitely shorter than my usual look... a fitted black top, and my worn leather jacket. I usually reserv

06.

ISABELLA I keep walking, the stinging heat on my cheek still painful. My chest heaves with every step. I pull out my phone again, my thumb hovering over Hardin. "Come on, babe, pick up, pick up," I mumble, my voice rough from crying. I hit the call button for the eighth time. Dialing. The line chirps. The person you are trying to reach is unavailable. Please leave a message. Straight to voicemail. Again. "Seriously? What are you doing, babe?" I sniff, wiping the new round of tears away with the back of my hand, smearing my now-useless eyeliner. "You told me to call. You knew I was going to the university. You know what they're like." The sun is absolutely scorching, beating me down on my dark clothes and making me sweat. I feel ridiculously overdressed. "I can't walk all the way to Greenville," I whisper, clutching my little backpack. "No cash. No bus fare." I shove the phone back into my bag, trying to focus on the cracked sidewalk and not the memory of my mum slapp

07.

ISABELLA I slam back into the seat, still trying to regulate my breathing. My heart is hammering from the mix of humiliation and anger. I yank the seatbelt across my chest aggressively, partly to keep myself from opening the damn door and barrel-rolling out of this moving car. Noah glances at me from the corner of his eye. "Good girl." "I will jump out of this car," I murmur. He shakes his head. "You won't." "Watch me." I'm bluffing. I'm definitely bluffing. My mind screams at me. I can't jump out of a moving car. That would be suicide. And as much as I hate my life, I don't have any desire whatsoever to end it so soon, especially not in front of Noah. "I literally carried you here. If you jump, I'll just pick you up and put you back." I groan as the city blurs past us... shops, overgrown hedges, the heat waves... Each bump in the road makes me more acutely aware of how dishevelled I must look... eyeliner smeared, hair messy, skirt wrinkled from being tossed around. I

08.

NOAH The dark-haired, grey-green-eyed woman sitting in the passenger seat beside me looks absolutely pathetic. Why? Why does she look like guilt is eating her up just after saying the damned words that we both know are nothing but the truth? She calls me out, hits me where she thinks it hurts, and now she's acting like a victim. I click my tongue as I drive to a halt just outside the administrative department building, and Isabella glances around, her wide eyes meeting mine. "Get down," I say, my voice devoid of warmth. I don't have time for this emotional bullshit. She huffs, staring at me like she thinks I'm joking. One, two, three seconds tick by, and when she realises I'm dead serious, she scoffs. "Noah, you can't just drop me off here. It's the middle of nowhere. I don't know where to go from here." I raise a brow. "And?" I'm not interested in her whiny brattiness. I keep telling myself that. I repeat it like a mantra. But between us, she believes that. Myse

09.

NOAH I roll off, peeling the condom away with two fingers and tossing it expertly into the bedside trash can without looking. That's what happens when you get used to fucking no matter what time of the day it is. You learn how to dispose of trash. "That was amazing, Noah," the lady, whose name is Gia whispers, turning to face me, with soft and adoring eyes. "Get dressed." I say, already swinging my legs out of bed. Her face falls. Great. More emotional bullshit. "Noah, come on. Can't I stay? Just for a little while?" I grab a clean shirt from my wardrobe, pulling it over my head. "No. I have things to do. You know the drill." She sits up, her huge tits bouncing with the slightest movement. I'm tempted to have a taste of her golden brown nipple but I have no desire to make her think she can sleep over. "But I haven't seen you in a week. And your brother's home." She lowers her voice dramatically. "I heard him talking about your new housemate." I stop, turning to look

010.

ISABELLA Of course, he doesn't care. Why'd he care when I call him out for being literally the biggest jerk there is? I turn my back to him again, partly because I don't want him to keep ogling my boobs but he doesn't know that. I run a hand through my hair and sigh, before glancing around. I still have to go back to that hellhole of an apartment and get some of my stuff. These here, are the ones Hardin got for me. My boyfriend is a real sweetheart. To think that I'd been worried all day, thinking of ways to stay mad at him when I finally see him. He'd texted me an hour ago to get to Noah's apartment. And guess what? He really killed the surprise. The room I'd be staying in looks absolutely perfect and to my liking. Hardin got me clothes and some essentials. To be honest, I least expected the gesture. It's cute. But I don't find it all that charming. I hate it when he spends so much money on me. I struggle to understand how some girls love the lavish spending and languish

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