Do It Again Noah Schnapp Novels & Stories

Noah said, smiling, before reaching into his jacket pocket and pulling out a small velvet box, worn soft at the corners like it had been carried around for weeks. My breath caught in my chest. "Noah." "I'm not doing this the way I did it six years ago," he said quickly, dropping to one knee anyway despite his own words, the same rink, the same ice, an entirely different man kneeling in front of me this time. "No cameras. No stadium. No audience except the two of us and every mistake I've spent four months trying to make right." "Noah, please—"

Yeah, but you can’t compete with that, a mean voice whispers in my head. Applause breaks out inside the bar. Noah lifts a hand and mimics a Miss America wave, his full, carnal lips tugging up in a slow smile that grows, becoming broader and wider. Dude could be a fucking toothpaste model. I swear I hear a gasp from every female in the room. The effect of his mouth is positively infectious. If he were a preacher, he’d be saving souls left and right. I roll my eyes. He’s with Dillon McQueen, the backup quarterback, and several other players.

That bastard just insulted her to her face, and she wasn't able to give him a proper answer because of her brother and Nevaeh’s presence. “Can I get chicken nuggets?” Nevaeh’s question broke their heated stares as Anthea tilted her head to look at her. “No, baby. Let's eat something else today. We will eat chicken nuggets on some other days, okay?” Anthea smiled at her as she answered her. Nevaeh nodded with a pout before turning her attention back to Noah. “I heard you got into Columbia. Congratulations, Noah.” Rayan cleared his throat before congratulating Noah.

But I didn't have money on me. But then again, I wanted him to fall for me, doing this could make that happen. "Alright then." I nodded, picking up my glass, which I had dropped at a time. Where would I take him? Where would we go? I had no idea. All I knew was that wherever we were going had to be memorable, if not for me for him. I did a bit more research about Noah Reynolds after his call yesterday. Not only was he a cold billionaire who so happens to have OCD and dislikes women...he had also never had a real girlfriend...ever.

"Leave immediately and inform Noah that I couldn't care less about him and his money!" Reina shrugs nonchalantly, clearly undeterred. "Fine then. Butdo not forget, if you ever attempt another publicity stunt by selling another picture of yourself to the blogs for attention, or if you make the grave error of trying to extort money from Noah again, you'll have me to deal with."

What the fuck! I stare at the headline, reading it over and over, as if the words will somehow rearrange themselves if I just blink hard enough. They don’t. The words don’t fade; they remain on the screen, glaring at me. BILLIONAIRE HEIR, NOAH WOODS, SPOTTED OUTSIDE BIO-RENEW IN ALTERCATION WITH SIERRA MEYERS. My jaw clenches as I scroll. More headlines scream back at me, each one worse than the last.

But I had to hear it again. “Hannah, don’t—” “I… I have to listen again,” I murmured, my thumb hovering over the play button. “I have to see if it’s real.” Viona didn’t stop me as I pressed play for a third time. First, there was the sound of rustling bedsheets, soft moaning. A whispered word that couldn’t be made out. Then, there was his voice—Noah’s voice, low and intense: “Tell me who you’re thinking about. Tell me.”

Michelle said with pride. “When was this picture taken?” Lana asked with confusion. “Last week.” “Last week!” Lana exclaimed with disbelief and looked at Michelle with a frown. This is impossible, Simon was crippled, how could he possibly be able to walk again? “I’m being serious. My boyfriend works as a physiotherapist at the hospital outside of town, he’s the man beside him in the picture. I took this picture when I went to see him last week.” “But Simon is crippled?!”

They just f*cked each other once and he made sure he made her drink contraceptives. No way she’d get pregnant. She must be bluffing. Was it a new way of asking to get back together? Well, Noah had enough. He waited for a whole f*cking month and what did he see? She’s just flirting with Shiloah. And had the audacity to tell him that he got her pregnant again?

"Ruby. Do you still have my number? I'm Noah." *****