“Noah!” Austin yelled.
“Let go! I said let go!”
“Okay, Noah. Okay.” He backed away with his hands up.
“He shouldn’t have been on this floor!” I hollered.
“I know. It was a mistake,” Austin said.
“I can’t have those kinds of mistakes! He shouldn’t have been here!” I repeated, this time yelling at the bellhop and manager, who were both holding their radios.
“Fucking idiots…” My voice drifted off when I saw her, dressed in a white silk robe, her hair brushed over to one shoulder, her arms wrapped around herself. Her blue eyes gazed into mine. Her face was emotionless, even as I stomped right past her.
“Get me another hotel,” I said as calmly as possible, opening the door of my suite. The door hadn’t even closed completely behind me before my hands begin to shake. It then spread violently throughout my whole body. Hugging myself, I staggered slowly into the bedroom, trying to reach my bedside table. However my legs gave out before I made it.
“Noah? Noah?”
My mouth clammed up. I tried my best calm down, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t control it. I just shook.
“Shit,” Austin said when he saw me rushing for my dresser. However, the bottle he lifted up was empty. So was the one in my bag…and the one in his.
“Fuck!”
Looks like I was going to have to ride this one out.
Amelia
I was halfway through my second round of the script when I heard the yelling. I couldn’t make it out. The walls were meant to be soundproof, but the closer I got to the door, the louder it became. I immediately recognized one of the voices. When I stepped into the hall, I realized I had never, ever actually seen Noah angry. Annoyed, indifferent, cold, yes—but true anger? It didn’t seem like him. He would more likely ignore you, or more often, casually insult you, and be on his way.
He was always Noah: the cocky, cold, and distant one. Even when we were young, he barely spoke unless he had some smartass comment to make. Now I couldn’t match the man I had always known in my head with the man I had just seen. His face was red, spit flying from his lips as his manager did his best to hold him back. He looked desperate for blood, itching to hurt his own father. Worst of all, his father looked exactly the same.
I couldn’t speak when he walked by me. No one was in the hall anymore, yet I couldn’t look away.
“Noah? Noah?” I heard from the room beside mine. “Shit…fuck!”
It’s none of your business. I knew that. Noah’s drama was his drama. I had more than enough of my own. Yet I kept walking toward his suite and saw that the door was still open. My heart was pounding so hard against my chest that I felt sick. I wasn’t sure what I expected to see. However, him lying on his bedroom floor was not it.
It was like a switch flipped in my head, and then I was running.
“Noah!”
“Amelia?” His manager stood up to push me back.
“Move!” I elbowed any part of him I could, dropping to my knees beside him. Tears fell from his eyes uncontrollably as his whole body shook like he was freezing. “What are you doing? Call a doctor—”
“I…m…fi..ne,” he said through clenched teeth.
“Shut up,” I said. He was anything but fine. “You need a—”
“It will pass. He ran out of his medication. He’s just needs to calm down,” Austin whispered behind me.
Noah, the idiot he was, tried to smile, and if he could, he would have said something snarky.
“I’m going to hug you—”
“I…am…fi…ne.”
“Well, I’m not.” I swallowed the lump in my throat. “I don’t like seeing you like this, so I’m going to hug you, and when you’re back to yourself again, you can go back to hating me.”
Unlocking his hands, I put one over my waist and then placed my arms around his neck, sliding into his arms. Biting my lip, I stared at the skirt of his bed, doing my best to ignore the quivering. His whole body was so cold, so stiff. I could only imagine how painful it must be for him, so I squeezed tighter.
He needs to calm down, but how? What do I say? He’d always loved poetry and plays. I tried to remember anything, but my mind was blank. So I did what all actors did: I made shit up and prayed it worked.
“Once upon a time,
a most joyous time
before the dark times
a time before time
there was you, and there was me
as stupid as young lovers could be.
Not our mothers,
fathers
sisters or brothers
could separate us
not even to a degree.
They mocked us about sitting in trees.
We made out
put out
then fell out of that tree.
So it was just you
and it was just me
now fruits of a poisonous tree.”
He didn’t reply, at least not with words, but he did hold me a little bit tighter. It was only then that I realized he had stopped shaking. Pulling back enough to see his face, I put my forehead on his, and his blue-green eyes stared right back into mine.
I could feel his cock hard between our bodies, just like I was sure he could feel my nipples on his chest. The air between our lips became hotter and hotter.
Yet neither of us moved.
“Don’t make fun of my poem later.”
The corners of his lips turned up. “I promise I won’t…but can I make fun of it now?”
Frowning, I tried to pull away, but I held on tighter.
“I’m still shaking.”
“No you’re not. You liar!” I laughed, and so did he.
I didn’t realized how badly I missed hearing him laugh or seeing him smile until that moment.
Noah
Dear God, tempt me with anything else but her.
Sitting up, I couldn’t tear my eyes from her. The white silk robe she was wearing was now completely open. Her nightgown had risen up, exposing her smooth, milky-white thighs and the curve of her beautiful ass. With each breath she took, her breasts rose over and over and over again. Her dark hair was spread out under her. She looked like an angel, one that had fallen for the sole purpose of giving me blue balls.
Sliding one of my arms under her waist and the other under her knees, I lifted her up easily, trying my best to ignore the shiver that went down my spine. When I placed her in the center of my bed, she turned over to one side, curling her legs up to her chest.
“Thank you,” I whispered, brushing her hair behind her ear. “I’m not going to able to say it later. But thank you.”
I wanted to kiss—I wanted to do more than kiss her.
“Fuck…” I hissed when my cock twitched painfully. Stripped down in the bathroom, I didn’t even wait for the water to get hot before I stepped under the showerhead. My skin was so hot that I was sure steam rose off of me.
I stroked the length of my dick slowly at first and then more swiftly the more I thought of her, my mouth parted. What I’d give to pin her body under mine, spread those beautiful thighs of hers and bury myself in her wet pussy. Her sexy legs would wrap around my waist, pulling me deeper into her as I, without restraint, fucked her so hard, so thoroughly, that her back rose off the damn bed.
I wanted to hear her beg me for more when I pulled out and tied her to the bedpost, her smooth ass up high, ready for me to beat it till it was red.
“Jesus Christ….” I gasped as I came, dropping my head under the freezing stream of water. Even after all of these years, Amelia London was still my kryptonite, and she still didn’t know it.
I couldn’t think straight around her. My body reacted on its own around her. My heart, too. It was Amelia’s world, and I was just trying to survive in it.