43. Noah
NOAH
OCTOBER FLASHBACK
“Is your dad home tonight, Princess?” I ask Angela as we make the drive back to her house on Windmill Point Drive. The houses around here are gorgeous. All on the water. All with their own private security.
“No. He left for his business trip this morning. I think he said he was coming back next Thursday.”
Perfect. She doesn’t suspect a thing.
“Ahh, so we have the whole house to ourselves?” I ask as my hand inches slightly higher on her thigh.
“Yeah. I sent the housekeeper home for the weekend. I just wanted some peace and quiet.”
“Oh, Princess, I don’t think things are going to be quiet.” I tease.
“They did just clean the hot tub yesterday,” she says coyly as her hand slides up my leg and palms my cock over my pants.
“Perfect.”
We pull into her driveway, and she leans over me to enter the code. I already know it, but she doesn’t know that.
“Tonight was fun. Why haven’t you shown me your true side before, Noah?”
“What do you mean, Princess?”
“You were so much rougher when we were in that room. It was so fucking hot.”
I park the car in front of her house and walk around to open her door for her.
There’s a reason she’s called princess. She won’t even open the fridge door if someone is standing nearby.
Her daddy has spoiled her for far too long, and it only took me twenty-four hours to figure that out.
Unfortunately, I’ve been stuck with her for two weeks now, waiting for the perfect time to strike.
“Let’s go get in the hot tub and I’ll show you just how rough I can be.”
Her eyes seem to light up with desire at those words.
“Lead the way, Princess.”
She takes my hand and leads me through the house, only turning to give me a show as she slowly lets her clothes fall to the floor.
She lifts her naked body onto the island counter and holds a boot out for me to remove for her.
I take my time, teasing her as I slowly lower the zipper, then toss the boot across the floor.
“Umm, Teddy Bear…Those were eight hundred dollars. I don’t think Daddy would like it if you damaged my favorite boots.”
I strike, grabbing her by the throat and pulling her close. Her eyes widen in shock at the quick change, then soften. The slight glint of fear in her eyes has my cock hardening. Thank God.
“Daddy’s not here, Princess. If I want to cut your expensive boots off your body, I will.”
“Yes, Sir,” she manages to squeak out from beneath my grasp before I let her go, forcing her body to lie back on the counter.
I quickly pull my jacket off, then my shirt, kick off my shoes and socks, then let my pants and boxers drop to the floor. She looks up at me hungrily as she props herself up on her elbows.
I waste no time in removing the second boot and then toss her over my shoulder and carry her out to the hot tub. I need to get this over with so I can start the second phase. This needs to end tonight.
I don’t give her a second to enjoy the hot water before I’m on her.
I force her to bend over the edge of the hot tub, letting her fake tits dangle over the edge.
Why do all these rich chicks have to have fake tits?
They aren’t even well done. You’d think for someone who paid eight hundred dollars for a pair of leather boots, they might’ve invested a little more into their fucking body modifications.
I grip her hip tight with one hand and wrap her hair around my fist with the other. My cock is hard from the sounds of her whimpers as I yank her head up slightly.
“You want me to be rough, Princess?” I growl against her neck.
“Yes,” she whimpers as she presses her ass against my cock, begging for it like a bitch in heat.
I don’t say another word before pushing fully into her ass with one sharp thrust of my hips.
“Fuck, Noah,” she screams loud enough for the neighbors to hear.
“That’s right, Princess. Scream my name.”
I continue to pound into her, releasing my frustrations. She can take it. She asked for it. She begged me to be rougher, so now she can fucking deal with it.
My hand on her hip moves to her clit, and I pinch it hard, making her scream and arch her back. The sounds are almost euphoric, but they aren’t enough to satiate my demons. No, that’ll come soon, though.
So. Fucking. Soon.
“Come for me, Princess,” I growl as I yank her up by her hair, pulling her body flush against mine.
Her body responds instantly to the command, and I can feel her muscles spasming around my cock as she comes.
*Buzz*
I can hear a phone going off somewhere. Where the fuck is my phone?
*Buzz*
“Noah?”
“Sorry, Princess. Hold on.”
I quickly get out of the hot tub and walk back inside, letting the water drip all over their marble floors. She folds her arms on the edge of the tub and watches me as I grab my clothes and pull out my phone.
Jeremy
Red night?
Noah
Red Night.
That’s the only thing that needs to be said.
“Noah? Who is it?” her annoying voice calls from the hot tub.
“No one, Princess.”
“Fine. Come back to the tub. You didn’t finish.”
I bring my clothes and shoes out to the back deck and set them and my phone on the chair.
“I’m going to run to the bathroom. Which door is it? This place is a maze,” I lie.
I know the exact layout of this house like the back of my hand.
“Go through the kitchen, third door on the left.”
“Thanks, Princess.” I kiss her quickly before turning and walking inside. “I’ll be right back.”
I wait in the bathroom for almost five minutes.
I know curiosity is going to get the best of her.
She’s seen my passcode for my screen plenty of times.
The phone will go off, and she’ll be dying to know who dares to pull my attention away from her.
That’s when she’ll see the unknown number that I’ve been texting back and forth with for the last week.
Fun fact, it’s actually my burner phone that I gave to Jeremy last night.
I told him to text me asking if it was a red night, and if I respond red night, it means to use the burner to text me and get her attention.
This is what I do every time I need to get rid of the person I’ve used to get closer to my real target.
I make it look like I’m the one who’s cheating, so they’re the ones to break it off.
It breaks their heart, and they want nothing else to do with me.
Simple enough, doesn’t have them wanting to get me back, and I can get rid of them, no questions asked.
Then her buddy Marco can swoop in and save the day. Stupid little fuck. Hope he can grow some balls and tell her how he really feels, or else he will be stuck in the friend zone forever.
As I step onto the back deck, I can see Angela standing there with her back to me. Her shoulders are tense, and I can see her starting to shake. Perfect.
“Princess?”
“Don’t you fucking ‘princess’ me, you cheating bastard!” she screams as she whips my phone at me. Thankfully, I catch it. I’m not in the mood to get another one so soon.
“Princess, what are you…”
“Who is she?”
“Who?” I ask feigning innocence.
She points furiously at my phone, and I try to act shocked.
“Baby, it’s not what you think. I swear. I don’t know who that number is.”
I can see the messages still open on the screen.
“Yet you’ve been texting them for over a week. Fuck, Noah. You fucking bastard. I thought you were the one.”
She’s crying, and it takes everything in me not to roll my eyes. It’s been less than two weeks, sweetheart. Plus, I could never be the one for you because my soul is already sworn to someone else…I just have to find her first.
“Princess, I’m so sorry…”
“Get out. Just get the fuck out. I never want to see you again!” she screams as she turns her back to me.
Yep, that’s my cue to leave. I quickly pull back on my pants and shirt, then tuck my socks into my shoes to carry them and my jacket out the door.
I toss them in the passenger seat and quickly make my exit.
I swear I can still hear her screaming, cursing the universe for ever letting her meet me as I pull off down the driveway.
Now is when the red night truly begins. Time to end this hunt once and for all.