Chapter 13

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"How do you sleep?"
-Sam Smith

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Noah's POV

I watched her as she lightly snored on my lap. While she was sleeping she kept on tossing and turning like she was having a nightmare. She also looked uncomfortable so I sat her down on my lap and put her head in the crook of my neck.

I feel really bad for screaming at her earlier. She looked petrified. The look in her eyes said it all. I understand why she was scared out of her mind.

What I don't understand is why she had scars running up and down her legs and arms. Some were somewhat faded and others looked like they were just starting to scar.

Even though she has worn dresses to work before those scars were never there. I would know since I look at her legs almost every day. They look soft and creamy.

Despite the scars on her skin, she looks beautiful. Scars don't take away from someone's beautiful but for some reason, it added to hers.

Her hair looks so silky and nice. I tried to run my fingers through it but it moved back about two inches. I slowly pulled it back up and moved my hand away from her hair.

Thank God she was knocked out because if she was awake she would've beaten my ass.

After a few minutes of her sleeping on my lap, I decided to pick her up and bring her to her room. Her hands wrapped around me as she snuggled her face deep into my neck. My breath got stuck in my throat as she started lying kisses on my face.

"Of course you can get another kiss Michael Ealy," she said as she kissed my neck.

What would happen if I dropped her ass right now?

I don't know what's all the hype about. I look way much better than him. I'm a bin of puppies while he's a bag of potatoes.

When I got to her room I gently placed her on the bed and pulled the covers over her. A sigh came from her mouth as she snuggled deeper into her bed.

I turned off the lights and got out of her room. Seconds after I closed the door she let out a scream. I quickly ran back into her room and turned on the lights.

The once peaceful girl that I laid down to sleep was now sweating and tossing and turning. She almost rolled out of bed before I rushed over to her and positioned her correctly on the bed.

"Michael Ealy please don't leave. Lay with me"

She said as she pulled me in bed with her. She snuggled close to me and started feeling on my hair. I must admit that felt very nice.

Since she wasn't going to let me go anytime soon I took off my shoes and my jacket. I throw them on the nearby chair.

I don't know why but everyone must have somewhere in your room where there's just a pile of clothes.

That used to be me until those piles of clothes decided to make random-ass shapes at night.

When she finally fell asleep I tried to get out of her bed but she pulled me back to her. Her tiny arms tightened around my body every time I tried to leave.

She's having a nightmare but she still has time to be thinking about a handsome rich man. How that work.

Minutes later she slowly started drifting off to sleep. Because I didn't want to wake her up I stayed in bed and went to sleep too.

The next morning

"Bitch don't tell me you let your boss fuck just because he made you some bomb ass food. Next thing you know you're gonna be sucking dick for a bacon burger"

She said with panic evident in her voice. I suppressed a laugh and opened my eyes. She screamed out of nowhere. I quickly got off her bed and stood beside it.

"Please don't tell me..."

"Oh yes, we did. You kept on screaming my name and saying that it was the best night of your life"

I said as I got closer to her. She shook her head rapidly and backed up to the door. I smirked at her as she got trapped between me and the door. Her eyes widen as she tried to register what happened last night. She was going crazy trying to think about something that never happened.

"He must have drugged me. He's exactly like him"

I heard her whisper to herself. All of a sudden she started sliding down the door. she was rocking back and forth as if she was having a panic attack. I quickly carried her bridal style and gently placed her almost limp body on the bed.

"Ruby, I was just messing with you. Nothing happened between us last night"

When I said that she visibly calmed down. Instead of the horrified look she had on her face it was now one of anger. She stormed off the bed and started picking up my belongings.

I watch her furiously walk out of her room with me in tow. She opened the door and threw my things outside.

"Get the fuck out"

"excuse me? You do know that I'm your boss right!?"

I screamed at her. I expected her to coward back and respect me but she just slammed the door shut in my face.

I stood there staring at the door for minutes before I decided to stop looking like a dumbass and walk away. My driver was already outside waiting for me.

When I made it to my house I was still in shock. Walking through the doors I mindlessly made my way inside still thinking about what happened a few minutes ago. I made my way to the kitchen and took a seat on one of the stools.

"What the fuck did you do now?" Yolanda said next to me.

How the hell did she get in my house?

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