Ava nods because Evan walks in.
“Where's the damn food?” he snarls.
“Someone's hangry,” Ava raises her eyebrows at him.
“You can carry something into the dining room, can't you Ev?” She teases him.
“Probably,” Evan's sarcasm isn't missed.
Then we all sit down to dinner.
After dinner, Ava insists that we all go out to see a movie.
The movie turns into coffee and a light stroll before we all go our separate ways.
Only Evan is living with Noah again.
“Buy a place,” Noah instructs him as we pause at Noah's doorway.
“Whatever dad,” Evan's passive-aggressive phase still hasn't worn off.
“Kick him out,” I joke.
“We can have the place to ourselves for once,” I purr.
“Or we could simply make so much noise that he moves out,” Noah quips.
Noah puts an arm around my waist and pulls me inside.
The door is shut behind us, and Noah leads me towards his bedroom, his lips twisted into an irresistible smirk.
Our lips meet suddenly in a flurry of hot kisses that almost satiates the torture of all those hours spent with Ava and Evan.
It was torture.
All I wanted to do was have Noah take me in his arms, and do whatever he wanted to me.
“I want you, badly,” Noah growls.
“Oh really?” I tease hotly.
“All day, every light touch, every glance, just watching you made me desperate for you," he licks his lips.
“Luscious golden thighs, impeccable curves, everything about you," he adds.
Noah's breath on my skin is warm, my body aches for him, and I silence Noah with my lips, his tongue begs for entrance to mouth.
I open my mouth to him quickly.
I can't help but give myself over to this.
“I'm going to devour every inch of you,” His whisper is fierce as he edges my skirt up to my thighs.
His fingers send jolts of electricity through my body with these simple touches.
Noah presses my skirt up against my waist, his kisses moving between my thighs as I gasp in ecstasy.
My mind spirals out of control as my heart beats out of my chest.
Think that I was never going to feel this with him again?
To think that we almost lost each other?
I can't fathom my life without him.
He pushes my panties aside,
Noah's mouth sinks between my thighs, his finger caressing my clit gently at first and this sends me into the oblivion where I forget my name.
His fingers plunge into my lips, as he speeds up the pace of his tongue and he laps at the wetness of my slit with vigor.
When he curls his fingers inside me, I let out a long, languid moan, my body already shaking.
I've been on edge for him all day it only takes a few simple touches to make me putty in his hands.
Every wave of pleasure that caresses my body only heightens my emotions.
“Noah!” I gasp, my breath is uneven as run my hands along the hard muscles of his arms, which flex under my touch.
His hot body only makes me quiver more.
Noah's tongue flicks across my clit again, and I know he must be trying to drive me to insanity.
“Noah! I need you!” I gasp
When Noah looks up at me, his eyes filled with a fiery desire, his devilish grin is in place.
“You need me?” He raises an eyebrow.
I'm pant and crave his touch.
“Please, Noah!” I beg.
“Are you begging for me?” His words are low, intended to entice me more.
“Noah Stone, please fuck me!” I scream.
Every slow moment makes my body ache with anticipation, Noah's eyes on me as he slowly, torturously undoes his belt.
I lick my lips, ready to have that hard piece of man meat in my hands.
But Noah wags a finger at me.
“No touching," he says.
“No touching?” I pout.
Noah pulls a pair of handcuffs out of the drawer where I left them.
Specifically, for this.
I gasp.
“Are you going to use those on me?” I squeal with excitement.
Noah doesn't reply.
Instead, he moves over my body and handcuffs my wrists to the bedpost.
“Now you're going to get exactly what you want, as I slowly coax it out of you,” His whisper is low, hoarse, and sexy as hell.
The wetness between my thighs only increases as he plants kisses down my neck.
Noah slowly unbuttons my blouse, then unclasps the front of my bra and rubs my nipples gently.
Exposed to Noah, I feel more alive than I've ever felt before.
He is in control.
I trust him.
I gasp as he rips my panties apart and tosses them aside, grinning at me.
“I'll buy you new ones," he laughs.
More laughter passes between us.
I squirm against the handcuffs.
I need to touch him!
I struggle against the cuffs to find my wrist can almost slip through.
No!
“Noah please,” my lips tremble with desire.
He looks down at me as he removes his shirt and ties in slow, determined motions until his broad, hard chest is on full display.
Everything from his solid abs, to the sharp v-line, all the way down to his perfect cock is impeccable.
“Noah!” I moan.
“Please!” I beg.
That's when Noah decides to come closer to me, to tease my swollen clit with the tip of his cock.
This only makes me hungry for more as he sends jolts of pleasure through my body.
Then he stops.
“Noah!” I plead.
“Yes?” he grins down at me to watch my expression.
The desire in eyes sucks me in.
I can't control what happens to me any longer.
I'm at his mercy, and this is the only place that I want to be.
Finally, I get the gratification of Noah’s cock inside me.
A massive groan escapes his lips.
Filled with his girth tightly I arch my back for more.
Noah's cock twitches inside me and my mind spirals.
He draws himself out slowly, and the world spins.
With my eyes on his, I'm at Noah's mercy.
Every thrust draws us closer together, as he spreads my legs further, to drive deeper into me.
My drawn out lustful cry fills the room, along with Noah's moans and grunts.
We are deeply enthralled with each other.
The beads of sweat that slide down his body as he continues to pump me full of his cock only makes me ache to touch him.
I want to dig my nails right into his back, run my tongue along his chest, kiss his neck.
But I am denied that.
Noah’s control sets my body alight with a desire I've never felt.
I need to feel his skin!
Please!
I let him take what he wants from me with the knowledge that he will give me what I want in return.
What I want is every exquisitely powerful thrust to drown my body in ecstasy.
Noah can't hold himself back, and ravages my body; he drives deeper and deeper until I can barely hold on.
Noah's thrusts are powerful and hard that I can't stop the orgasm.
The exquisite orgasm rolls through my body as I scream Noah's name.
I arch my back as he embeds his cock further inside me with a primal grunt as he finds his release.
This simple act draws out the waves of pleasure that wash over me, until I am left weak, every single nerve ending tingles.
We both laugh with relief
Laughter is what we need because we were close to losing each other.
All I wanted was to be with him, and now we're together.
Noah takes a momen
t to remove the handcuffs before he pulls me into his arms.
“How was that?” He whispers.
“Amazing,” I tell him, a hint of laughter in my voice.
“Oh my god, you're incredible,” I admit.
The laughter between us continues until we can't stop, and I have to get up to get a glass of water.
I stand in Noah's washroom as I gulp down fresh water from the tap, and he joins me.
I offer him a sip from my glass.
Noah takes it with a smile.
42
Noah
December 09, 2017
I finally make time for Lauren on the day Connor moves into his new apartment, a few floors down in my 'new' building.
Tinsley, suddenly, has to move her things out of his apartment because he deviously moved them in.
As though she’ll decide not to divorce him!
Ha!
New is a loose term because I only stay in that building to be close to Tinsley, who’s been with her mother.
We spend most of our time together anyway.
Tinsley has promised to call tonight, and my phone is on.
Lauren's idea of fun for tonight is going to a brand new restaurant and bar: Kalopsia.
I've been out of commission for so long I don't know what hip is anymore.
Kalopsia is in the Meat Packing district, in a building that was once a warehouse but has been turned into a Garden of Eden, with lush hanging plants, vines, and flowers growing on the walls.
“It's gorgeous in here,” Lauren comments as we approach the hostess.
I've been told you need a reservation, and the wait list is long.
But I'm Noah Stone.
“Mr. Stone,” The hostess smiles at me.
Her name tag reads Ashley.
Suddenly I'm thrown back to 2009, on the night Tinsley, and I first made love.
We went to a bar.
The waitress who served us then stands in front of me now.
“You remember me?” I smile courteously at her.
“How could I not?” Ashley grins.
“We're practically old friends," she adds.
We do run into each other from time to time.
“You're a hostess now?” I decide to make polite conversation as she ignores those who wait for a table and takes us to a prime spot: a square booth on one of the platforms with enough space for five.
“I own the place,” Ashley explains.
“Nice huh?” She smiles.
“I'm intrigued, why the name Kalopsia?” Lauren interjects as if to remind us that she's here.
“Oh. It's a Greek term, for something appearing to be more beautiful than it is. We thought it fitted for the theme we went for. It's a mix between the Lost City of Atlantis, and the Garden of Eden” Ashley replies.
Now I see the water elements in the restaurant: water runs down the walls behind the vines, a fountain right in the center surrounded by lush greenery.
“It's wonderful truly; you've done quite well for yourself,” I tell her.
“I'll have them bring over a bottle of champagne. After all, it was Noah Stone's rise to become the toast of Manhattan that encouraged me to follow my dreams," she admits.
Then she smiles one last time and is gone.
“Well, she liked you,” Lauren raises an eyebrow at me.
“We run into each other a lot,” I explain, ignoring her implication.
When the sommelier comes with the champagne, the exquisite bottle is at least in the $500 range, and I am impressed.
“Why don't you, you know," she smirks.
Lauren glances at Ashley, with her blonde hair and Louboutins.
“Isn't she your type?” she asks.
“Lauren I just got out of the hospital, I'm hardly in the mood to chase women around Manhattan,” I groan.
Tinsley is about to leave Connor anyway.
Speaking of which...
“What was with you and Tinsley the other day?” I ask.
“You told me to do what Olivia says!” Lauren slams her fist on the table incredulously.
“Isn't that what you asked?” She points out.
“I didn't realize she wanted you to torture her,” I retort.
I figured that was probably it.
Olivia wants Tinsley to believe I will move on with Lauren.
That will never happen.
We've been well past the point of that in our relationship.
Instead, she changes the subject.
“But how are you, Stone? You almost died you know," she says.
“More alive than I've ever been,” I answer with a devilish grin.
“I feel like I can do anything, having escaped death,” I add.
“Really?” Lauren leans forward.
“The initial public offering of the new Alexander Technical Institute stock this week, that'll be very interesting,” I explain
“You'll be a Manhattan legend,” Lauren applauds me.
But all of that is nothing without Tinsley.
Still no call.
She takes a sip of her champagne, and then drains the flute, pouring more for the both of us.
Soon the bottle is gone, and we've barely touched our food as we drag up all the old memories we have together.
“I did miss you,” I confess as the sommelier brings another bottle of champagne for the both of us.
“Of course, you did, love. I'm fucking fabulous,” Lauren pouts her lips, mocking an air kiss.
We quickly finish the second bottle and wander out onto the street.
I check my phone to see multiple messages, but nothing from Tinsley.
However, in a champagne-induced haze, I think nothing of it.
“Tinsley?” Lauren asks as she hangs onto a lamp post.
Then she begins to swing around it.
“Sort of,” I admit.
“Tinsley said she would call tonight, she never did,” I tell Lauren.
“Is that still going on?” Lauren suddenly stops swinging around the lamp post.
“Not really, she was moving into her new apartment today, and I wanted to know how it went,” I lie.
I’m not entirely sure why I’ve just lied to her.
She knows everything.
Lauren pauses thoughtfully for a moment.
“It's over then?”
“She married another man; she's having his child,” It's the standard response from me.
Even though I believe I know better than to go to the dark place where I imagine them happy together, I do.
Lauren takes my arm as we walk down the street in silence.
“Are you alright?” She asks as we pause.
In my drunken stupor, I'm alright for now.
I’ll be even better when Tinsley calls.
“I'm fine,” I exaggerate the word fine on my lips.
“I'm better than fine. Come on,” I tug her towards our next stop.
A high-end bar with an excellent DJ because Lauren insists that we must go dancing.
I'd prefer a nice lounge, but this is the spot of the moment.
The paparazzi are of course here.
Snapping pictures of whoever they might get a buck or two for.
“Ms. Darlington! Over here!” one shouts.
“Mr. Stone! Good to see you out and about! Can we get a comment!” another asks.
“No gentlemen, not tonight!” I shake my head.
Lauren pauses to blow a kiss at the camera, and I do what I always do when faced with the Press.
Pretend I'm with Tinsley.
Then we head inside the club, where my name is always on the list.
“More drinks!” Lauren shrieks as we head for the bar.
After a couple more drinks I am far beyond the point of drunk I wind up next to Lauren on the dance floor.
We work up a sweat, moving to the music side by side.
There's nothing sexual about it.
Lauren and I have always been friends, and we're co
mfortable with that.
Always have been.
I feel free for once.
Free of everything.
If only Tinsley were the woman with me, I bemoan in my head as we get into a cab, and head uptown to Lauren's hotel.
She is far drunker than I am, and I have to escort her upstairs to her room, past more press who seem to follow her around like puppy dogs.
I'm sure that is part of Olivia's deal.
I should leave Tinsley a message, to warn her about what might come next from these dirty magazines.
When she invites me into her hotel room, I see no problem with this.
Lauren automatically starts to jump on the bed, as she screams wildly.
I watch in amusement until I see that look on her face.
The next thing I know she's face down in the toilet bowl as I hold her hair.
“Great,” I laugh as she swears and sputters.
I don't like to take care of drunk women.
But Lauren I respect.
I do the proper thing and wait until she can get a full glass of water down.
I sway from side to side, as I watch Lauren hug the toilet bowl, fast asleep.
Then I pass out in her bed because I'm too drunk and too tired to make it home.
43
Tinsley
December 9, 2017
The last place I want to be in the world is with Connor.
Together, and I despise that word when it comes to him.
I’m only here to direct what belongs he moved from my mother’s, without my permission, out of his apartment.
I’ve made up my mind that I can no longer keep up this charade, I don’t deserve to live a life of misery with this man by my side.
“Stop moving all your stuff into the hallway,” Connor demands.
“You moved my things without asking me first!” I scream back at him.
None of Connor’s movers seem to notice our fight, or they’re too polite to notice.
“Connor, I already told you, I am done. This is over; we are finished. I don’t care how messy you make this divorce, and I’m finished!” I scream as loud as I can.
“No, you’re not!” Connor roars at me.
“You are not finished with me!” Connor yells back at me.
“I will not let you divorce me!” he roars.
I laugh hysterically at this.
“It’s not your fucking choice, you piece of shit excuse for a man!” I rage back at him.
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