All Chapters of His other woman : Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

Noah blinked rapidly, somehow trying hide the hunger in his eyes and doing a shit-poor job at it.I gasped dramatically, my gaze dropping to the very obvious, very impressive bulge straining against his jeans."Holy shit, Noah... you're hard as fuck," I mused, biting my lip in approval. "Damn, didn't expect this from the shy nerd."His face turned crimson as he scrambled to cover himself, stammering, "Oh s-shit, I-I'm sorry!"I pouted, placing my hand over his. "Oh, sweetheart... don't be." My voice dropped to a whisper as my fingers trailed down, right over the hard outline in his pants. "I can fix that.""A-aria w-what-are-you..." Poor Noah. He tried to form words, really, he did. But the second I swung my leg over his lap, straddling him, all coherent thought seemed to leave his body."Shhh," I cooed, running a teasing finger down his chest. "I see the way you look at me, Noah. No need to be shy now."Reaching up, I slowly removed his glasses, sliding them off his face with deliber

"Back off? Why should I?" he sneers, reeking of smoke and bad decisions. "Unless you’re offering to replace her? ‘Cause I really wouldn’t mind."God, his breath could probably set off a fire alarm, and his lips look like they’ve survived a sandstorm. How did Katie end up in the arms of this dumpster fire?I take a step closer, tilting my head with a slow, deliberate smile. "Oh, I’d love to replace her… in kicking your ass." My voice drops to a dangerously low tone. "And trust me, if you don’t want to leave here with a black eye and a bruised ego, you will back off."He scoffs, puffing up his chest like an overgrown pigeon. "Please. You’re all talk, little girl."I let out a laugh—sharp, cold, laced with pure menace. The kind of laugh that makes men shift uncomfortably in their seats. His smug look falters."You know," I muse, leaning in just enough to make him uneasy, "I happen to have some very dangerous friends in the VIP section. The kind who would love to teach an asshole like you

My stomach plummeted to my feet. My palms were already slick with sweat, and my feet? Glued to the damn floor."You’re the vomit girl, right?" He leaned back in his leather chair like he had all the time in the world to enjoy my suffering.I straightened my posture, trying to salvage whatever dignity I had left. "Pardon? W-who is that?" I feigned ignorance like my life depended on it.He arched a perfectly sculpted brow. "Aren’t you the girl who threw herself at me at the club?"Oh, fantastic. That’s how this asshole remembers me?You did throw yourself at him, my inner voice reminded me.Yes, but hearing it from him made it sound ten times worse. I mean, could he at least pretend to remember me as the sexy goddess who had him speechless? Yeah, speechless—with her vomit. My inner voice was officially a traitor. I don't know whose side she is on.I snapped out of my spiraling thoughts when he narrowed his eyes."Uh… no, I think you’re mistaken," I lied through my teeth."No, I’m not.