CRAVING ISABELLA のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 121 - チャプター 130

ISABELLAThere's silence for a little while which makes it so obvious that Diva is trying to understand that I've been here all along. Noah narrows his eyes at me, shifting uncomfortably. "See? She agrees." Diva says from the other side. "Tomorrow night? Where would you like to have dinner? Our place or Mason's place?"Uhm... Now that's a hard one. Why is it up to me to decide this?"Why don't we have it at our place?" Noah suddenly suggests.What the fuck? My eyes widen a bit. The hell? Our place? We haven't used the dining section in like... a long time. I don't know how to make all of those formal dishes that Diva would like and... even if I did know how to... that's not the point. The point is that we can't have dinner with Diva in our apartment. "You want me to come over there? Like... You'll host me?" Diva asks in a lower voice."Yes, that is what I want," Noah affirms.I shake my head. "No," I mutter."Do you think you can host me in that... place?" I'm sure Diva is more app

NOAH"Is she here?" Isabella says from up the stairs just as I'm done setting the table and getting everything ready. I walk out of the dining area and raise my head when I see her. She looks gorgeous dressed in her comfy clothes. Yup. That's my girl standing right there. And if Diva doesn't like the way she looks then she has to deal with it. "You look good," I say when she reaches downstairs.She smiles. "I know right?" She says glancing around. She gasps. "You went all out, didn't you?" I shrug and turn just as the beep sounds. The beep echoes again. Right on time. I glance at Isabella once before walking to the door. She straightens slightly, smoothing her hands over her thighs like she’s about to walk into an interview.“Relax,” I murmur low enough for only her to hear as I pass. “It’s just Diva.”She gives me a look that clearly says exactly. I open the door. Diva stands there in a tailored cream suit, heels clicking once as she steps forward. Her perfume enters before she do

ISABELLAListening to Noah being rude again to Diva makes my blood boil. I have been too quiet for the entire time. For real, I planned this whole scenario in my head and it's not fucking going according to my plans.All I wanted was a happy, peaceful dinner with Diva finally seeing my worth and accepting me for her son. I didn't envision this... this scene where Noah tells her to leave? It's shocking that he'd ask her to go. And it's more annoying that he's shutting me up with his eyes every time I try to say a word.I should have a say too. She's going to be my mother as well. He shouldn't have to make all the decisions for me. "Noah... That's enough." I say.I feel the air in the apartment go still. Noah’s chest is heaving, his jaw tight, eyes dark with a storm that has nothing to do with tonight and everything to do with years of hurt. I get that. I get him on that page more than anyone can. But... still. I turn to look at Diva who's standing frozen by the door, then I look at m

NOAH"Why are you getting upset man? It's just..." Hardin starts. His voice is laced with casual indifference that grates on my nerves. He's lounging on the plush armchair, a half-empty glass of expensive Cabernet in his hand."Diva. Your mother." I cut Hardin off before he could make a statement that'll provoke me more. Just because he considers her a mother material or figure doesn't mean he gets to defend her in front of me. He knows how mad I get when it comes to her so he shouldn't start.Today is the day that Diva picked. Which means she's out with Isabella shopping. Now, that's supposed to be fine. Except, I don't have a clue about the location. Isabella wouldn't tell me a damn thing, just a vague "we'll be fine" and a quick kiss before she left. I'd have resorted to following her but... I just couldn't bring myself to do something that low. The idea had crossed my mind, a detailed plan forming in seconds, but then Isabella's face, flashed in my mind.Surprised? According to m

NOAHI'm not supposed to be this nervous. I mean, I'm Noah. The name itself used to conjure images of control. Of a man who dictated terms to people, not reacted to them.When have I ever felt this way? When have I ever been this cautious, this entirely thrown off balance? I do things my way, and I don't care who gets hurt in the process. That's always been my mantra.So, you see that just a girl coming isn't supposed to be an issue. It should be a minor inconvenience, easily dispatched. But then Madelyn is just as bad as I am. If I'm toxic, a slow-acting poison, then she's super toxic. If I don't care what I do, then she doesn't give fucks about her actions. We share the same daddy and mummy issues and the same kind of trauma. The last person I'd want to mess with is Madelyn. If people think I'm mad, then they'll think she's bipolar. I just wonder how I got myself entangled with such a human being. "Noah, you good?" Hardin nudges me with his foot, making me blink, then nod.An hou