Novels by Ameerawrites

“How do I look?” Alessia asked, doing a slow spin in the middle of the room. Noah turned around as he fastened his belt, then froze. She blinked.She’d packed the red sundress at the last minute, just in case there was some emergency—though she hadn’t really expected to wear it. Now, with Ayana's birthday tonight, that "emergency" had arrived. She thought the dress was decent enough; sure, it made her chest look a bit fuller and dipped low enough to hint at cleavage, but it wasn’t anything outrageous. The look on Noah’s face, however, seemed to disagree.“Noah?” she called, feeling a pang of insecurity rise in her chest. Did she look that bad?A muscle in his jaw tightened as his gaze traveled down her body, then back up to her face.“You look... amazing,” he said, his eyes sweeping over her one more time. His voice was quiet, almost strained, and Alessia felt a warmth bloom under her skin as she realized his reaction was more admiration than anything else. And damn, that felt good.“

“So, boyfriend, huh?” Ayana asked, her big dark eyes gleaming as she stared at Noah's retreating backside.Alessia blushed and nodded, her lips curving up slightly despite herself.“Yeah,” she shifted on the sofa, making enough room for Ayana to snuggle in next to her.“He's hot,” Ayana whispered, earning a soft chuckle from Alessia, who shook her head. She could deny a lot of things about Noah, but his hotness wasn't one of them.Unfortunately, his presence alone was doing things to her body she wished it wouldn’t.“I want the gist... Everything. How you’ve been, how America’s treating you, and yeah,” Ayana's voice dropped mischievously, “how you bagged that guy for yourself.” She leaned back into the sofa, crossing her legs with an expectant look.Alessia laughed, carefully tucking her hair behind her ear. “It’s not that exciting.”“Oh, come on.”“I swear. We met at the office,” Alessia began, recounting the version of the story she and Noah had agreed on. Simple, half-true. She ha

Alessia was the first to move. She stood up, her eyes flicking between her brother and Noah, waiting for someone to explain.“Okay, what’s going on?” she asked, her voice sharper than she intended. Piero only shrugged.“We got into an accident—"“It’s not a big deal,” Noah cut in, his calm tone earning a sharp glare from Alessia.Ricco stood up silently, a wordless reminder of the tense conversation he and Alessia had shared moments before. Piero followed him out of the room, grumbling under his breath, leaving just Alessia and Noah in the sitting room.Alessia folded her arms, narrowing her eyes at Noah as he limped toward the sofa.“What happened?” she demanded. Noah’s jaw tightened as he lowered himself onto the couch, avoiding her gaze.“Like your brother said, we got into an accident, and... it’s not a big deal,” he repeated, his voice clipped, clearly hoping to dismiss the conversation. “For God’s sake, Noah! You. Are. Limping!” she snapped, each word sharper than the last. She

She blinked, disconcerted. What was Ricco saying? Despite the calm facade she wore, her heart was beating wildly inside her chest, each thump like a reminder of the lie she was living.She chuckled, nervously, her voice thin. “What are you talking about? He's my boyfriend,” she said, and Ricco nodded, placing his hands together slowly, as though weighing his next words carefully.“You can lie to everyone, Coco, but not me,” he said. Her breath caught at the sound of the name he’d called her since childhood. **The warmth of it was a stark contrast to the cold truth she was avoiding.** She stared down at her fingers, suddenly fascinated by her nails.“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. But she did know. Ricco always knew. He sighed, leaning in slightly.“This…” He pointed a finger at her. “...isn’t you. The Alessia I know would jump on her 'man' any chance she got.” A muscle ticked in his jaw, tension pulling his face tight.She bit

“You don't know how hard this is... I mean, he hates me and I—well, I hate him too,” Alessia whisper-yelled into her phone in the bathroom. Brielle's chuckle on the other end only grated her nerves.“Oh darling, don't be so hard on yourself,” Brielle teased. “Okay, maybe you two could hook up and get the steam out of your systems,” her voice turned serious, though her tone still held an edge of amusement.Alessia huffed, irritation curling in her chest. “Can you even hear yourself, Elle?” She glanced at the bathroom door, making sure it was still closed. She’d escaped here when it became clear Noah wasn’t leaving the room anytime soon. Last night had been tough—*too* tough. She'd come dangerously close to asking Noah for some... orgasmic favors. Trying to squeeze into the bed had been awkward, and they'd ended up in the same tangled position as the first night they arrived.But this time, it was worse. His scent had been intoxicating, driving her crazy. How she survived the night wit

Noah only blinked at her, leaning into his seat.“Yeah, to satisfy your curiosity. I was just going through her social media before you asked. Her picture is on the phone, you can take a look at it,” he said and she shook her head.“No... No, I didn't mean to,” she muttered, forcing a smile. Her stomach churned, hollow and uneasy. She was doing this with someone else's boyfriend. Her mouth tasted bitter, and she couldn't swallow past the knot forming in her throat.She felt like, she had been played —again. Even though she didn't have the right to feel that way.“Alessia, the phone is right in front of you,” he muttered, his gaze sharp, his eyes taking in her reaction, never leaving her face.She stared at the phone just inches away, as if it might burn. If he had a girlfriend she might as well see who the lucky —unlucky— girl was.Grabbing the phone, she glanced at Noah whose expression was unreadable as if he held all the cards in his hands and had no intention of showing.Her breat