All Chapters of Noiseless Wet Dreams of You: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

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CHAPTER SEVENTY-ONE

He held me so tight that I couldn't breathe, he held me like I was the most precious treasure he has, his hands carefully roaming my body. I couldn't comprehend what was happening even though it made my heart beat so rapidly and so out of place. Did he really miss me that much? Did he really value me that much? I thought he didn't. I thought he wanted me gone. Is this his own way of wanting to bundle me into the car so he'd take me to the airport, he would stay there until he's sure that that aeroplane has finally moved out? I wriggled a bit trying to get away from him and he didn't even bulge; instead, he pressed me tighter to his huge body. "Thank you..." Came the whisper, "For coming back home." He continued, "I thought I would lose my mind before you could get home. Before I could find you." I swallowed, feeling like melting as his hands came to my hair, brushing the strands of my hair qui

CHAPTER SEVENTY-TWO

My heart, which had just begun to settle into a rhythmic lull, hammered violently against my ribs. I stared at the door, fumbling with my hands before I came down from my bed. I walked to the door and turned the lock. The click sounded deafening in the silence of the room. I opened it just a crack but Jake couldn't wait. He pushed it open with a slow, deliberate strength and stepped inside, closing it behind him with a soft, final thud. Then silence reigned in the room as he settled into the couch in my room, "I'm taking you to see your father tomorrow." He said and it warmed back the memories of what Drake told me about Jake at the cottage in East Town but I brushed those thoughts away quickly. "That will make you feel better, won't it?" He continued and I've never seen him sound so calm or fumble with his hands while talking. I nodded my head while he heaved a sigh, bringing his hand to his

CHAPTER SEVENTY THREE

"Get some sleep." He had said those words before he left, but it didn’t feel like I was going to get any sleep throughout the night. My heart didn't stop beating. My head wouldn't stop replaying his words, the raw honesty of his confession. My mouth couldn't stop smiling. I lay there clutching the sheets, kicking my legs in the air like a little child, screaming silently into my pillow until my lungs burned. I couldn't believe it. I couldn’t believe that the most sweetest words I had ever longed for had finally fallen from his lips. He loves me. He wants me. He said that I’m a pill he shouldn’t swallow. My cheeks actually hurt from smiling all night. Even as I entered the bathroom to brush my teeth early in the morning, I caught my reflection and let out a breathless giggle. I stared at the girl in the mirror, my skin glowing, my eyes wide and shimmering with a n

CHAPTER SEVENTY-FOUR

"Yuna." Mom turned, her eyes widening as they swept over the emerald silk. "Oh my God. You look so damn gorgeous! Come take a seat, our princess. You look so beautiful." The praise felt like acid against my skin. I moved toward the island, the click of my stilettos sounding like a death march in my ears. I felt like a painted doll, dressed up for a man who was currently discussing procreation with my mother. "Jake, look at our girl," Mom chirped, her hand resting affectionately on his shoulder. "Yeah," Jake said. His voice was thick, a low vibration that seemed to bypass my ears and strike me right in the chest. "She looks... beautiful." His eyes were dark, unreadable pits. But his eyes never left mine, not for a moment, he'd flicker them my way, when our eyes met, he'd look away sharply. Before I could respond, my phone began to vibrate in my ha

CHAPTER SEVENTY-FIVE

"Condoms, by the way," I corrected him, my voice steady and sharp. "We used condoms." I said it slowly, letting the plural sink into him like a slow-acting poison. I wanted him to visualize the repetition, the hours spent in Brendan’s arms. "Oh my God," my mom’s hands flew to her mouth as she covered them, giggling like a schoolgirl. "That must’ve been more than a steamy night!""Very steamy," I replied, a small, cruel smile playing on my lips. "Too steamy, actually. I didn't know Brendan had all those feelings bottled up inside of him. He was so... intense. So thorough."The air in the kitchen was now so thick it felt flammable. Jake was standing perfectly still, but the aura of violence radiating from him was palpable. His eyes were fixed on me, dark and swirling with a mixture of agony and a feral, possessive rage. I could see the pulse jumping in his temple, a frantic, rhythmic beat that betrayed the stoic mask he was trying so hard to maintain."I think your mother has heard enou

CHAPTER SEVENTY-SIX

"Maybe I was wrong and how could you think that about your own daughter?" "I was in your room last night and..." He paused and I could see all those unsaid words in his gaze, his hand straining, his face inches away from me but filled with suppressed fury. "And I slept with Brendan before last night..." I said, biting my lower lips as if he wasn't trying to sideline how I felt when I heard him discussing having a baby with my mother. "Why?!" he roared, the sound vibrating through the glass of the car. "Why did you have to do that? Is that why you refused to come back home and decided to go to his house instead? So he could sleep with you?!" "Yes," I replied sharply, my c

CHAPTER SEVENTY-SEVEN

"Father..." I started, my voice barely a thread in the air, trying to kill the heated conversation between the two men. The air in the small, glass-divided room was thick enough to choke on. The hatred radiating from Vance was a sharp, jagged contrast to the cold, immovable wall that was Jake. "What is going on?" I continued, my hands still pressed against the plexiglass. I was trying to grasp hold of the situation, but it felt like sand slipping through my fingers. My father’s chest was heaving, his gaze flicking toward Jake with a venom that made my stomach churn. "Can you give me some space, Mr. Thomas? I want to be alone with my daughter," he said, the words "my daughter" spat out like a challenge.

CHAPTER SEVENTY-EIGHT

"Time's up," Jake said. His voice was a low, steady chime that broke the frantic spell my father had cast over me.I didn't move. My eyes were still fixated on my father, watching the way he gripped the table as if it were the only thing keeping him from falling into an abyss. I was trying to piece the puzzle together, but the pieces were jagged and sharp, drawing blood as I tried to force them into a shape that made sense. Hollander. Thomas. Partners. The accident. Evidence.So many things didn't make sense. So many things just didn't add up. And the worst part was the sudden, cold realization that I was as confused as I could ever be. Was Brendan’s kindness a mask? Was his touch not a sanctuary, but a snare? Just what am I missing? What is wrong with me being with Brendan. I remember those texts, they suddenly stopped coming too. Wasn't that a message from the anti fan.Now I remember the video they sent me last time on my laptop, I need to hurry home and check it out. I have to diss

CHAPTER SEVENTY-NINE

My heart skipped as that name, Yuna left his lips in the softest way, a stark, jarring contrast to the man I had shared the SUV with only an hour ago. The air in my bedroom felt robbed, charged with a static electricity that made the fine hairs on my arms stand up. I couldn't even manage to find my voice to ask what he was doing in my room, or to demand that he leave, or even to remind him that Mom was downstairs waiting for us. The words died in my throat as he rose to his feet, the bed springs creaking under his shifting weight, and began moving toward me. I swallowed hard, my instincts screaming at me to take a step backward, to put space between my emerald silk and his charcoal suit. But before my muscles could react, his hand caught mine. With a firm but desperate tug, he pulled me into his body. His

CHAPTER EIGHTY

"Yeah," I jabbed quickly, looking Drake straight in the eye. "Maybe it’s time he lost his. If he’s actually still a virgin hungry for someone to sleep with." The words were a dagger, and I twisted them. Drake’s face went pale, his jaw tightening so hard I thought I heard his teeth grind. Mom, missing the subtext entirely, hyped it up with a loud, ringing laugh. "What about that girl he said he liked?" Mom asked, nudging Jake’s shoulder. "We could help them set something up..." "If Drake is back," Jake interrupted, his voice suddenly harsh and authoritative, "he should be thinking of ways of atoning for his sins to me. As his father and as his coach. Because at this rate, he won’t even be debuting as a biker. He’s distracted. Unfocused."

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