03

I woke up with a slight headache and blearily stared blankly at the female figure in front of me. I knew right away it was Noelle. 

"Elle," I mumbled.

The sweet fragrance coming from her made me scrutinize her very well. She was putting on a blue jumpsuit and her blue barrel bag was on top of the bed. 

"Before I leave the house, I want to ask you a few questions…" She started, and I knew what she wanted to say, I shook my head at her to continue.

"Why are you back suddenly?" 

Oops, here we go.

"He wasn't around when I came. I called, and he said he was going on a trip. He didn't leave a key behind, and he said the trip was going to take longer than expected." I lied smoothly. 

She pouted her lips, not believing me, "And all the time you both spoke the day before yesterday, he didn't tell you?." She asked, looking at me skeptically. "Why am I not convinced?." She questioned me. I swallowed a big lump of spit and turned to the other side. 

I heard her stand up to her feet, "I won't push you too hard to tell me." And that's the Noelle I know, she won't ask me again. 

I turned back to her. "Where are you going?" I asked.

She smiled, "Got a rich nigga, and he asked me out for a drink."

I shake my head.

"Are you going with me?" She asked.

"Hell no." I coughed lightly and used my pillow to press my head on the bed.

"Suit yourself." I heard her mumble, and just when she took steps towards the door, I turned. 

"Okay. I'm coming." I blurted, and a wide grin spread across her face. 

~Aiden's POV. 

   "What do you mean you can't find her?""

  "Get the fuck out of my phone!"

I threw the phone across the room, and it made a quick clash over the door.

"Second phone is broken. Nice one billionaire prince." Gavin said sarcastically. 

"Oh shut up. Why can't they find her? I want to find her." I have repeated the same lines since he came.

"What has she done to you? Are you falling in love?" Teased Gavin.

"Gavin. If you know, you won't stand here unconcerned." I told him and sat down on the cushion. I breathed out and ran my hands over my hair, mumbling something inaudible to myself. It was as if she disappeared all of a sudden. 

I felt a hand grab mine softly, the hand was warm. I looked up, pleased to see those shining violet eyes pecking into me. She blinked and smiled sweetly.

"Hey. Manny." Gavin shook my body and I went back to myself. There were no violet eyes, nor a soft hand placed on me, it was all in my head. Gavin was looking at me like I had gone mad. I found him looking at me, and his ugly hands were holding onto mine. 

"You look lost." He said.

I quickly shoved his hands off me. "What are you doing? Yuck!." I flung my hands and glared at him. "Don't you get touchy with me again…" I warned him. He busted out laughing. I was this time glaring at him. 

"You touched me first, but you know what, let's go get drunk man." I rolled my eyes at him.

"Maybe you might see her at the bar." He added, and my eyes perked up. 

He scoffed at my quick response when he mentioned her and I said, "She's the only language I understand now." I told him, standing up and walking out of my office. 

Kat's POV

-BAR STAR.

Bar Star was filled to the brim today, it was really hard to find an empty seat. Some were drinking, some were dancing and some were doing both. And the music was so loud that at one time, I thought it was going to block my eardrum. I suddenly felt it was a bad idea. I could have been sleeping lonely in the comfort of my bed. 

"Elle. This is a bad idea." I shouted, so she could hear me against the loud tune playing in the background.

"I know, right? Just as we were at college. Remember, you wouldn't like to miss any of these school parties."

I've been a party type, and it was really fun back then, but right now, I'm in no mood for parties.

"Please cheer up, I am going to dance," She told me while trying to get up, and I tucked her back into the seat.

"Are you serious? This is not part of the deal." I whispered into her ear.

"Join me if you can." She forcefully released the grip I had on her and danced herself to the dance floor. 

"Bitch…" I cussed.

A man walked himself to her seat. He grinned, showing his set of brown teeth and his breath was awful. I scrunched up my nose in disgust, grabbed my purse, and walked away through the exit.

I felt the evening breeze sweep through me, making my hair flap up on my back. I loved it, it was cooler outside. 

"Enjoying your evening?" A male voice asked from behind. I turned and smiled at whoever asked me the question. Standing beside me, with his hands tucked in his pants, I scrutinized him very well. 

"You know, you could drink and forget your worries," he advised, and I scoffed.

Is he kidding me? Is he trying to ask me to drink and is using this lame tactic? Forget it, I think I might actually need a drink right now.

"Are you asking me out for a drink?" I asked. 

He shrugged, and a smirk appeared at the corner of his lips, "If you say so" 

I walked into the bar with this man. We sat in the bar seat while a young-looking bar guy attended to us. 

"Vermouth…" I placed my order. He smiled and started mixing the drink. 

"What's your name, pretty?" The stranger asked me. 

"None of your business…" I snapped at him. A broad grin went across his lips and he placed his hand on the counter, turning his form to my side. I looked at his face, finding him familiar, but couldn't place where I had seen him.

The bartender dropped the cocktail glass in front of me. I picked it up to my nostrils and inhaled. "Nice mix-up." I mumbled and sipped a little. 

"Feels good, right?" I heard him ask, and I shook my head at him. 

"(It feels good)Se siente bien," I replied in Spanish.

He smiled and turned to the guy, "Sangria please…" He told the bar guy who walked away to mix his cocktail drink.

"I never thought you liked drinking this much…" He said, and I gave him a funny look, he said it as if we'd known each other for a long time. "I've been drinking since high school, what? Should I not? Am I a toddler?"  

He quickly put his hands in the air, "No. It's fine." Shaking his head, "I have no problem with that." 

I went back to gulping down the contents of the bottle. Don't mind me, blame it on Noah who ditched me for his sister. 

He leaned forward and said, "You get more interesting every passing second," 

   "I like you." He added, and I scoffed.

He looked at me like I had grown two heads. I don't think he expected my reaction to his statement.

I nodded to the bartender to get me another bottle before turning to look at him. My eyes met his, lips an inch apart, and my words hit him harder than he thought, "And then, play with my feelings, get under my pants and ditch me for another available slut," I listed out and instead of him feeling insulted, he busted out laughing.

I watched him laugh. This man seemed to laugh a lot. 

"No... I mean you, yeah you're driving me crazy with those fucking hips and nice rounded boobs, but…"he paused, drawing closer to my face, "I think I've fallen for you and I will do everything in my power to make you mine" 

My breath hitched, I felt hot inside and my hand found the bottle instead as I started to down everything into my belly.