Noah: in your eyes

16 — Noah Foster

“I was never going to let you go

Like a river, I run

Even the ocean I know

You pull me close, guiding me home.”

Falling like the stars — James Arthur

I see her disappear from my room and I wonder what the hell came into my head to tell her she could come here.

No employee is allowed to come to my office without an appointment, but that angelic face made me break my own rules, in addition to leaving my friend down here in a tight situation.

I squeezed with pure excitement, with the giant erection that the girl left me! Just to make it clear.

I got horny just looking at that monument and I must admit, her attitude was extremely professional. Only my inappropriate mind for people under eighteen years of age that didn't let me pay attention to absolutely anything, other than the image of her on the table and me stuck between her legs!

Damn, damn!

I pour a shot of whiskey, I need to erase that scene from my head. I take the first sip that goes down burning, but that's all I have for now, since I'm not going to fuck anyone today. I need to talk to my father and decide what will become of this blessed contract. I want to move forward with the project that we have dreamed of so much. As soon as I drink the rest of the liquid, my phone rings and I answer it without seeing who it is.

— Noah — I say, with a bad mood taking over.

— Good afternoon, my son. Try to be polite or I'll send you to the fucking house.

— Hi Dad. Sorry, I'm not having a very normal day.

— I don't want to know, I didn't raise you to be stupid. — Really, I have to agree with him. — I just called to let you know that I'll be late today. I'm going to resolve something, but as soon as I'm home, we'll talk.

— What happened? — I worry.

— Nothing too serious, but I believe everything is fine now. When you get back, we'll talk, wait for me at home.

— OK take care of yourself.

— You can leave it, kid! — he says, relaxed, but the concern in his voice doesn't go unnoticed and he hangs up.

What else will go wrong today?

I sincerely hope for nothing!

I check my emails and plan tomorrow, a habit acquired from old Jack. I'm selecting the ones that require the most urgency, redirecting others, which shouldn't have come to me at all, however, I turn my attention to one, whose sender is Gael, and I decide to open it.

There's no subject, and if it's a “hipster” video again, as he himself called them, I swear I'll smash his face. The last time the pest sent me a voicemail, calling it urgent, I was in the middle of a meeting. When I put the audio to play, I was pissed, a shrill moan echoed throughout the room and soon after, the following sentence: “I fooled you, asshole!”.

Sometimes my friend pushes the limit of my patience as if he hadn't had a childhood, which I suspect, with ninety percent certainty, that he really didn't, after all, growing up in an orphanage can leave several marks on a child.

Anyway, I put that thought aside and focused on the email, which contains a lot of information about Otávio, as I read it.

Interesting!

With each line, I get more angry, imagining the different risks the girl must have gone through at home! Damn it! Here is where the debts that are leading the company almost to bankruptcy and the Rowedder family name in the mud came from. The man is a big bag of shit, involved in prostitution, gambling and from what I see, Gael's suspicions even touch on human trafficking.

Crap!

I immediately called my lawyer. I don't even want to imagine what methods he used to get such a complete record.

— Speak, man! — He answers on the first ring.

— What kind of fucked up email is that? — I almost scream, I feel so angry.

— Big shit! — Sigh. — Come on, the guy is worse than a sewer rat. According to my contacts, who were following him, the man owes an exorbitant amount, which he doesn't have, to the almighty of the underworld. Believe me, there is more, but I preferred to talk to old Jack and Beni's father, to make sure we have the correct data.

— My father may have some more clues.

— And, the worst part, if he can't close the contract with us, the payment will be to his stepdaughter, he will hand over the girl to pay off the debt and when I say hand over, I don't mean her hand in marriage, if you can understand. . He handed the girl's life over to the devil himself. Can you believe this dirt?

— Cum! I'm going to break this guy! — I punch the table in a rush. — This girl needs 24x7 protection.

— Yes, she really is in enormous danger and I still believe that her mother also suffers, at the hands of that bastard. I'll have some more answers by tonight. The crazy thing is that we don't have anything about her, so far, all I know is that they call her C.R., basically, we both don't know shit! — he comments, frustrated.

— But that ends today, my father warned that he had an emergency to resolve, but as soon as night arrives, we need to talk. Meet me at home later. So, we waited for him together and got this whole story out of the way. Now it's not about the damn contract anymore, it's about a girl who needs all the help she can get.

— Right. I'll see you there — he answers and I hang up without saying goodbye.

I have a growing anger inside me, I can't let someone go through something dirty like that. I saw things and witnessed things from a dirty world, images of which today are just memories of a past that no longer shakes me so much.

Merda! Steve Cox.

One more issue to resolve today. I can't delay it any longer. I need to know what happened to this man and put an end to all this shit in the past!

I leave the room in a rush, I need air, my mind is not focused on work, but on that blessed girl and her story. The best thing I can do is go home and wait for my father.

— Norah, I won't be back today, anything urgent, I'll take care of it tomorrow. I need some time to cool down — I say, heading towards the elevator, without waiting for a response.

— J., I'm not going out today and Gael should arrive later. Anything, just call me — I inform my security guard as soon as we get home.

— Ok sir. I'll let the team know.

— Before you forget, do you know where my father went?

— Logan took him to Mr. Cooper's company, apparently they made an emergency trip, but they're returning today. — Interesting.

— Okay. — I say goodbye.

I cross paths with Iolanda as soon as I walk through the entrance of the house, she looks at me in surprise, she certainly didn't expect to see me at this time. I usually arrive later and she has gotten used to our schedule.

— Is everything okay, boy? — I see the concern on your face. — Your father left in a hurry, is he okay?

— Nothing has happened yet... Just today, which was extremely strange, a lot of information at the same time and my mind wasn't working, I need to get my head straight, that's all.

— Go take a shower. In the meantime, I'll prepare a snack and then we can talk. All good?

— And what’s the use of me saying that I want to be alone?

— No, because I know there is something bothering you and it has nothing to do with the company, but with your heart — he says, as if reading my soul.

— Ok, I'll come down in a bit and then we can see if your witchcraft works. — I decided to relax.

— How is it, boy? Which is…

— I love you too, Iaiá. — I didn't let her finish what she was going to say and I ran to my room, before something flew into my head.

Really, her coming to our house added joy, she is so affectionate, together with my assistant, she offers me the maternal affection that I never received in my life. I am capable of anything for them.

Unfortunately, none of them caught old Jack's heart, but I'm sure he's in love with that mysterious woman. The possessive tone he used to talk about her only confirms my theory. Anyway, at some point, I hope he shares it with me.

I start to undress, I need a good shower to relax, because I expect a long night, something tells me there's a lot going on. I get rid of my clothes and I already feel lighter. I turn on the shower and let the water fall on my body, closing my eyes and just feeling the effect, however, the image of my new intern forms in my mind, her delicious curves and my friend already shows signs of life.

Fucking shit!

The sight of that fleshy mouth swallowing me whole makes me incredibly horny, I rest one of my hands on the glass and with the other, I automatically start squeezing the head of my dick, as the image becomes more and more real, I see those eyes blue ones that torment my dreams, fixed on me, while sucking me.

I accelerate the rhythm of the movement, the image of the woman in front of me has beautiful golden hair, like the girl at the party, and I feel her sucking my balls, while touching one for me.

How fucking horny! This woman is my undoing!

— Damn, hot! — I howl like an animal, cumming for her.

Fucked!

I'm fucked up!

When I open my eyes, I see the size of the damage to the glass shower and my stick is all wet. I simply came like a teenager, thinking about a woman — or rather, the combination of three women, in one — that doesn't exist beyond my imagination.

What the hell, Noah Foster!

I finish my shower, not understanding the shit that just happened, instead of relieving myself, now I have a woman, a total stranger, hovering around my head. Besides being sure that it doesn't even exist.

First, those eyes in my memories, I don't even know if they're real. Second, Catarina has dark hair and eyes and third, to hell, that blonde hair on that C.R!

I must be crazy! The best thing is to forget this madness, I already have enough problems to worry about and I'm not going to escape Iaiá. At least I can't complain, the conversations are always fun. Maybe this will cheer me up a little, despite the shit I know is about to explode in a few hours.

As I go down the stairs I can already smell the brewed coffee, I go straight to the kitchen, seeing the little witch preparing my favorite sandwich and a chocolate cake next to it.

— I’ve arrived, love of my life — I say, suddenly.

— Yes, Noah! It might give a sign of life when it's coming, I'm not old enough for those scars, boy! — he responds, throwing me a cloth, which I catch before it hits me.

— So much aggression, Iolanda, what happened? — I act innocent.

— The one who has something to tell here is not me, but you. — He places the plate with the sandwich in front of me, along with a cup of coffee. — Eat while I serve you some coffee. Tell me, do the dreams continue?

— What dreams?!

— With the girl you call the blue angel. Don't act like you don't understand, your face right now is exactly the same as the times I saw you after dreaming about her.

I choke on my sandwich, knowing my eyes are popping out. It's not possible, this woman has paranormal powers, it can't be! But I refuse to say that, this time, it wasn't in a dream, but rather by jacking off.

Then it's already too humiliating.

— Drink some coffee. — He indicates, smiling at the situation. — From your reaction, I see yes and, if you don't want to talk to me, listen to something from someone who has seen a lot in this life, don't deprive yourself of the opportunities that arise along the way, no matter how endless the obstacles seem, true love is worth it. worth it.

When I'm about to answer, the doorbell rings and she doesn't even wait for my answer, she simply turns around and goes to greet Gael, who must have arrived, leaving me even more thoughtful about it.

But it's impossible for it to be love...

— Hey, Noah. I arrived early? — Gael greets.

— No. Do you want a coffee? — I ask and at the same moment, I see my father approaching, with a tired look on his face.

— Boys, can you go to the office? I'm going to take a shower and meet you there. — Give the message and disappear down the stairs.

— Am I the only one who noticed that he seemed extremely worried? — Gael questions Iolanda and me.

— No, but he's going to talk to you, so do what Mr. Foster asked. I'll take the coffee next. — It simply pushes us in the direction we should go. — Go, go.

— It looks like the conversation is going to be more serious than we think. Erik called me earlier, he's coming here, too.

— Well, for my father to bring everyone together, I think there's a lot of shit. — I inhale, sitting down in the armchair. — In addition to this guy's problem, there's my past too, Gael. I'm absolutely sure he has something to do with the girl and it's not good.

— Is it that fucked up?

— More than you imagine, a fucked up past — I reply.

I'm about to open up to him, when we see Erik and my father walking through the door, along with Iaiá and our coffee.

— Get comfortable, boys — the old man says, sitting down in front of us. — Iolanda, if anyone comes looking for us, take the message. The meeting here will take time.

— Okay. If you need anything, I'll be in the kitchen. — He waves goodbye.

Erik greets us, sits nearby and from my perception, the day was stressful for everyone, we are visibly exhausted.

—Dominic won't come? — I question.

— He had a meeting, but I'll talk to him at another time — my father replies. — Unless he arrives later.

— Okay.

— Well, you can imagine that the situation is not good and, this afternoon, we still had an unforeseen event, but let's start from the beginning of this meeting: Otávio and what he involved his stepdaughter in.

— Dad, Gael has already informed me about some things, in relation to him being involved with bad people and having given the girl as collateral, is that about that?

— Yes, and unfortunately, he has a deadline to meet. — Take a pen and play with it between your fingers, the same habit I have. — We need to think of a way to get her mother out of this situation too, my sources said the situation is not good there.

— Okay, Jack. But to help, we can't stay in the dark, now, her protection is at stake, the contract in no way affects Foster, unless we sign it, the project can wait a while, until we find another company — Gael says.

— C.R., as we prefer to call her, is safe, in a place we trust, an apartment in Queens, that is, without attracting attention, however, she is also following a new life and is working at our company — my father says with tranquility.

— As?! — I ask, surprised.

— She's in the company, in our company, do you understand now?! — Raise your eyebrow. — This was a request from Beni's parents, a way to help her with what she's going through and also to give her the chance to have her own independence, but don't worry, there's a security guard on her tail 24x7, undercover. — Of course, he understood that we were worried about this. — I wouldn't leave you unprotected, in any way, but I need you to prevent this man from appearing at the company, that will probably be his next step, scheduling a meeting. Since he is being ignored and needs the money.

— Dad, can't you tell us what sector she's in? How will we help if we don't know more? — I'm already getting indignant.

— Understand one thing, son, if you know, it will be more harmful to her than to you. I believe he will get in touch in the next few days, I need them to act naturally, so I can't show who she is for now. Learn, for everything there is a right time.

— When you know everything, it's easy to say that. — Gael grumbles.

— Erik. — Turn to him. — Check with your father if there is a possibility of recovering some funds and opening an account or investment in the girl's name, I know that her father left an account for her, as he already suspected something was going to happen. Unfortunately, he didn't have time to prepare the family. However, this new account will serve to rebuild the company.

— Of course, Jack. You can count on that, in fact, it was something I wanted to see with you. Today, I took the initiative to check some transactions that caught my attention and there was a large amount being transferred monthly to an account belonging to a man called Steve Cox. — I'm in shock when I hear him. — We need to find out what his connection is with Otávio.

— Steve Cox. — I feel the bitterness in my mouth when I pronounce that name.

— He is sure? — My father notices the connection and asks what we need to know.

— Absolute withdrawals are made a few hours later. I thought about paying off debt or something. I don't know if I have a coherent reasoning, but it was the only line of thought that came up — my friend responds.

— Noah, what happened? You're as white as paper. — Gael takes me out of my trance.

— I, uh... Steve Cox is my past. He's the guy I ran away from when I was eight years old — let go all at once, my throat seems to close more and more, I feel my lungs gasp for air, however, it only gets worse when I notice the astonishment on my friends' faces, which They didn't know about this part of my life.

— Son, breathe — my father says, touching my shoulder. — I investigated him and what Erik just told us makes perfect sense. Steve is Otávio's watchdog, it was his voice that you heard at graduation. — It terrifies me, knowing that man was just a few steps away that night.

— Guys, can we know everything from the beginning? Noah, if you're not comfortable, we don't mind remaining in the dark, but we're brothers and we'll help you in any way — Erik says.

— Noah, there are two types of friends, there are those who will blame you for killing someone hateful, but there are those who will say “we hid the body” and you can be sure, us. — Gael makes a sign between him and Erik. — We're the second option and we don't even need a shovel.

— I arrived! — Dom enters the room. — What are you talking about? I can get a shovel! And there is no place to get rid of a body in New York. Who will be our victim? — I look at him speaking calmly.

— Do you see?! — Gael looks at me, while my father just watches with a smile on his face. — That's what I'm talking about.

— Dad, we need to put an end to this soon. And nothing is more certain than them knowing, after all, there is no more hiding and they are the brothers in my life.

— Are you sure, man? We can bide our time, but we just want to understand how to help you, because if he finds you, it's not just the girl who will be in danger — Erik says.

— Well, can someone just explain to me what the matter is? —Dominic questions.

— My past. Steve Cox. — I let out a breath of air. — Are you ready? It's not a pretty thing and the first thing you should know is that Jimmy Cox, the child who ran away at the age of eight, died at the age of eleven.

— Okay, but let's go from the beginning, I assume Jimmy Cox is you — I agree. —So if he ran away at eight, why did he stop existing at eleven? Where did you stay for three years? — Erik questions.

Finally, the time has come to tell them about the past I'm not proud of. Fortunately, today I understand that nothing was my fault, I was just a child. A child who didn't have a childhood and by some divine miracle didn't make the wrong choices to survive.

— I'm the son of a guy who was always involved in heavy things and a woman who I believed was blind with love for him, at least that's what I thought, that the love she felt for him was much greater than the love she felt for him. of being a mother. — I take a deep breath, so I don't collapse.

— Which isn't rare to happen — Dom speaks as if he knew about it.

— Anyway, I didn't understand at the time, because my mother was always thrown into corners, or spoke in a slur, but today I understand that, in fact, Steve drugged her, so that she would comply with his crazy things. From the few memories I have, I vaguely remember that men would arrive at our house and she would get involved with them, the only thing I remember well was her request for me to hide and not see anything, and so I did. — My voice breaks and I stop for a while.

— In your time, man. — Erik supports me.

— However, one day, she handed me a backpack, I didn't understand why, she just said that, if she couldn't protect me, I should jump out the bedroom window and run as fast as I could, that she would find me soon, but he couldn't go to the police. — I get up and pour a shot of whiskey, after sharing a few details.

— Man, what the fuck! — Gael runs his hand over his head.

— The big ones — complete. — I'll summarize, the day I ran away was after seeing my supposed father beating my mother, something that was already common. After all, I was also beaten when I tried, uselessly, to protect her. — I take another sip of the liquid, with the pain tearing me up inside. — I remember her shouting that I was a child and that no one would rape me.

— Cum! Cum! — Dom gets excited. — I'm going to kill this man!

— If I don't do it sooner — Gael adds.

— Calm down, boys. Let Noah get it out — my dad says.

— I just didn't understand what that meant. — Sigh. — I felt that the moment she warned me about had arrived, because in my head, violating was not a good word. I remember taking the backpack that was hidden under the bed while they were arguing and I did what my mother told me. I ran. I ran a lot. It was like I was in a marathon, but not to win a trophy, but my life. — I poured another drink and continued: — I needed help, I wanted to ask for help, but I knew no one would believe me, and that's how, with a little money I had saved in that backpack, it helped me stay on the streets for a while. a few weeks. What bad could happen to me on the streets?! That's just what I thought, since I had my own bad stuff at home. But I was eight years old. I WAS AN EIGHT FUCKING YEAR OLD CHILD! — I throw the glass against the wall, anger consuming me and my eyes becoming wet.

— Son, there’s no need to continue, they already know — Jack says and I ignore him.

— It wasn't pretty, but believe me, miracles can happen and I had someone who took care of me, a homeless man, homeless, saved me the day I was running away from some guys, those street gangs. Since then, I always stayed with this man, learning everything I could to get by, but he died a few months after I turned ten. He always said that I couldn't lose faith and, because of him, I believed, even if sometimes doubts arose.

I notice a latent silence in the room and I can see Gael distant, Erik with disbelieving eyes, Dominic furious and my father giving me strength through his gaze, as always.

It's not easy to open up like this, but at the same time, I know that the men in this room are my family. Sharing all this with them is a necessary cycle, to further strengthen what we have between us, I know that everyone has their own demons and when the time comes, just like mine has come, they will open up too.

— Jack, why the hell haven't you killed this guy yet? — Gael says, in a burst of anger.

— Calm down, man. They must have had reasons for that — Erik intervenes.

— I hope you have a good reason, because I'm here almost thinking about finding this man and shooting him in the forehead — Dom says.

— Gael, I disappeared with Jimmy Cox, the same day I found him. It was the day Noah appeared in my life, randomly, without planning or anything — it was my father's turn to open up to them. — I was in the same loneliness as him and I believe that destiny has planned everything in our lives. — Sigh. — I met him on a walk in Central Park, after a stressful day at work. As soon as I laid eyes on him, my sense of protection emerged, like that of a father for a child. No one would see him, be sure of that, but I saw him there, leaning against a tree, I remember he was watching the children playing, as if he wanted to be part of that and it was there that I became this grown man's father. — He points in my direction with a smile.

— Well, as my father said, that's how I ended up here and, five years ago, as I heard, my father stopped investigating it. It presented no risks.

— And what happened to your mother? — Gael, now calmer, asks.

— Unfortunately, she was found dead, from what my father found out. — I don't like to think about what could have really happened to her, because the pain of not having gotten her out of there will never leave me, the helplessness of not being able to give her a second chance like she deserved.

— I think that's enough for today. So, Jack knows that he might use Noah if he finds out that he is actually Jimmy — Erik says exhausted.

— Yes, I already put someone on his tail. Now we need to wait a few days and observe your next steps. — Jack walks around the table, standing in front of us. — However, you have one more problem, one that I brought home this afternoon.

— Damn, all that’s left to say is that he went to look for Beni somewhere in the world — Gael mocks.

— Exactly.

— What?! — we exclaimed at the same time, in disbelief.

— Jack, I'm kidding. Beni is still on a mission.

— Not anymore, Gael. He was injured, but stay calm, he is in good hands. They know how stubborn he is, so he went to his apartment and not to his parents' house, in case you want to see that stubborn guy, but don't go at night. — Look away. — He needs to rest — my father says as if he is hiding something.

Cum! What a shit day!

I know I need to see my friend, and fuck it, I'm going tomorrow. And as I know the day will be busy, I go at night, there's no way I can leave early, no chance. What's more, Beni needs someone with him and so we put our games of game in day.

Benício Cooper was my first friend, I can't even imagine anything bad happening to him. The commotion is over, I see my father calming the boys down, while I wonder how my friend must be feeling.

A while passes, until I hear my friends saying goodbye, I just nod my head, while my father comes towards me, giving me a hug with the promise that everything will be fine.

— Come on, son, it's late. Let's go to sleep, get our heads straight. Tomorrow is a new day. I'm proud of you!

Thinking about your words, I really hope they are right. At least, at night, I know that I will be calm enough to tell Beni about my past, a part that I have not yet openly told him about.