Chapter 50 Chapter 50
Selena
“I don't feel well.”
That was all I could hear in my head since I spoke to Noah.
In Theodore’s office, I had changed in a hurry, leaving the room to meet Theodore. I could still remember how his eyes took me in, how they moved all over the shirt on my body.
Then I asked him for permission to leave, but he rejected it, like he knew where I was headed.
And when I tried using Josh as an excuse, he said, “You can call him when you get to your office. The company needs you now, so you can't leave.”
He didn't even look at me.
For some reason, all attempts to stop thinking about Noah failed after and worse, he wasn't picking.
Finally, work was over, I picked up my bag, phone, and the car key to the parking space.
“I seriously need to get my car back before I crashed this,” I muttered, looking at Theodore’s car.
Ever since that incident of Valeria slapping me at the parking space, I have changed where I park to a spot less busy.
I turned on the ignition and drove off.
Noah won’t have continued using his apartment after joining the company right?
If he wasn't there, then I didn't know where to find him.
I sighed, dialing his number again. It rang thrice and on the fourth ring, it ended.
“What was wrong with him?” I muttered.
What if he had collapsed? Noah had a habit of caring less about himself and that's why I focused more on him when we were together.
“Whatever, I’ll just go there.”
Soon, I stopped in front of his building.
It hasn't been long since I was here, but things have long changed.
Naoh and I were no longer together, I signed a deal with a mischievous woman to spy on a boss who won’t bat an eye to peel my skin off. A dangerous being.
But one thing seemed to be the same. And that was my feeling for him.
I stepped out of my car and headed inside, hoping I wouldn’t meet anyone I know.
I reached Noah’s door and hesitated to open it. Memories flowed in. Memories of entering here that night, meeting Noah cheating.
I closed my eyes, willing the memories to go back.
I was here to check on him and maybe care for him, not because I had feelings for him, but because there was no one to do that.
I keyed in the password of the door, and surprisingly it opened. I never doubt it won’t.
As long as Noah wanted me back, he wouldn't change anything.
“Noah?” I called, before looking down at the doorstep. It was just his shoes. I pulled mine.
“Noah,” I called out, my voice high. I frowned. Where was he?
The TV was on and that was unlike him.
I walked to his room, opening it, and he was inside, under the blanket, sleeping. He must have heard me
open the door because he raised his head with a frown, his eyes red.
“What are you doing here?” He asked, his voice hoarse, eyes closing.
“How annoying.” I dropped my purse and walked to him.
“Thanks to you, I had to worry throughout the day because you won’t answer my call.” I leaned towards him on the bed and touched his head.
“God,” I gasped, my eyes widening to look at him. “Why are you this hot? Are you planning to kill yourself?” I yelled, my hand still on his forehead.
“Is this all it takes to get you to come to me? Be sick?” He locked gaze with me, smiled and my heart skipped.
“If I had known, I would have fallen sick earlier then,” He placed his hand on mine on his forehead.
I rolled my eyes, pulling away.
“Dont play that with me. I’ll make some soup and I do hope you have drugs.” I narrowed my eyes, the left for the kitchen.
I opened the fridge.
“Why is it empty?” It was only filled with water bottles.
I sighed, taking out my phone to order things for the soup.
I selected the groceries and placed the order.
Dropping my phone, I moved to the cupboard and took out his drugs before going to his room with water.
Noah’s eyes were closed when I entered. But I knew him.
“I know you aren't sleeping, so take the drugs. I’ll make you something light, then leave.”
With that, I left the room for the kitchen. Minutes later, the door bell ranged.
“Here are your groceries,” The delivery woman smiled at me warmly as I received them from her before signing.
Like a habit, I reached for the apron I had always used. It was still beside the microwave.
I glared at it, concluding not to wear it, and I started working on the soup. Q
Everything was okay until I felt hands wrapping around my waist and then my back touched his chest, his body hot.
I closed my eyes.
“I advise you to stay away from me, Noah. You shouldn't take my being here as a sign of whatever .” I released myself from him, turning to face him.
“You can't keep denying it. You care for me. If you don't, you won’t come running to me or become worried throughout the day.”
I clenched my fingers on the hem of my skirt. “So you knew I would be worried, that’s why you refused to pick?” I asked.
Just when I thought I should pity him, he just had to add more to my existing hatred.
But do I hate him?
“I know. I know you still care for me. You can’t lie to your heart, Selena. See,” He moved closer to me, closing the space between us.
I should move back, leave his presence, but all I did was stay put, stare at his damn handsome face.
“No one knows you like I do, Selena feel it,”
He took my hand placing it on his chest. “You know my heart more, It only beats for you, and I know yours is the same."
I let him place his hand on my chest.
My heart was beating fast when his body melted into mine.
“Let’s come back, Selena. I miss us.”
I said nothing as his face moved closer to mine. My head pounds, blank, his smell that I loved so much was intoxicated and then he kissed me, slow, soft, just like always.
And I hated how my body melted in it, how it felt so good. How my hand clung to his body.
And that's what I hated the most.