Joan's POV
All of a sudden, the sex we had during the whole night kept punching my mind. Although I tried to calm down after receiving this goddamn message from Noah, I still failed. I couldn’t kick myself out of the situation right now.
There was no doubt that we already had the fleshly intimacy, but I still had the chance to erase all this and corrected it. I just wanted to get away from the HUGOs while it seemed that Sophie would be the first one to stop me.
I had a thumping headache suddenly. I couldn’t hold so much things in my mind, stirring and battling. The last message from Noah was no doubt an invisible bomb, ready to bomb me apart.
I turned off the phone, and planned to wander in the street alone. Sometimes, loneliness could cure your pain from the chaos in life.
I stopped by the café we used to go. Of course, I mean Fletcher and I always came here before. Why would I think about him? The answer was so much easy. Rage could resist the shame for a while.
Pushing the door, I walked in. As usual, I sat at the bar counter, ordering a cup of Latte.But this time, I wanted to change a taste of Latte. Nothing in the old days deserved me to stay.
“Come on, honey.” A familiar voice came to me. Jesus, I wouldn’t forget this voice though after I die! I turned around, and there’s no doubt, it was Karen who was kissing Fletcher. Immediately, I moved my place to a sofa far from them.
So discussing. Look how imitate they were! Why were you hooking up here? I had a desire to give them a punch,but I didn’t do it under my mood, instead, I waited for a chance.
Fletcher wore a white shirt with a neckline that dropped almost to his belly button. I recalled him wearing this white shirt last night, but now he was still in it. It was the very proof that he didn’t back home and be with that bitch last night. How shameless they are!
I had to say, Fletcher still had some sparkles. His broad shoulders were in a really good shape.And I used to sleep on his chests as my pillows,thick and tough.
I thought they could be my personal pillows, but now he had changed into the showcase in Ikea that any one could touch and own it.
Compared with Fletcher, Noah was more royal for he might not be willing to be the public poverty of women in New York. God help me! I just couldn’t stop comparing they two.
As I thought all that, I kept on looking at them. Karen stuck to Fletcher like a gum on the street road. Nothing could get her off Fletcher. Surely, Fletcher didn't look like he wanted to pull her off.
I never really saw Karen as a competitor before. She was in hot size that Fletcher should definitely liked. Her hair was light gold, and her eyes were like a cat. Though she was not tall, her boobs were truly amazing. I looked down at mine, they were well-proportioned, but not the size of Karen’s.
They two couldn’t hold the fire burning in their body. Fletcher looked around so I tried to avoid his sight alertly. Fortunately, he didn’t see me there. Then, he held Karen, heading towards the toilet.
I knew exactly what would happen next, in that evil toilet. I followed them there. The door closed tightly and I stood in front of the door, hearing the groan from Karen loudly.
Fletcher was obsessed with something stimulating when he had sex.That’s why he betrayed me and chose Karen cus we never made out in a such place, but Karen could satisfy him.
As time passed, Fletcher started to groan as Karen. I just wanted to break this damn door and rushed to slap on their faces.
I hesitated, biting my lips hard until it was bleeding.
My hand raised, getting the full preparation to knock on the damn door.
Nevertheless, another hand caught mine. I turned around, only to find Noah standing there, holding my hand.
The next moment, he pulled me out of the café.
“What’re you doing?”I finally let my rage out, but not on Fletcher. Poor Noah!
“What’re YOU doing?” he asked me back.
“None of your business.” I coldly said. Meantime, I noticed Noah’s eyes, full of expectation which I never saw in Fletcher’s eyes. I liked it but I just didn’t want to sink in at this very moment.
Looking back, I always thought I was a winner. But when I saw they two, I still couldn’t hold my breath.
“Your location on F******k sold you. I just stop by and I ...”Noah tried to explain but I wouldn’t let him finish.
“Stop stalking me!” Leaving these cruel words to him, I went back to the counter.
The coffee cooled entirely, just like my heart. I drank up every drop of it, and it tasted sour and bitter.
I tipped the coffee guy and got ready to leave. This must be the top 10 list of my coward time and it must rank No. 1!
When I stood up, Fletcher and Karen walked out from the toilet, running into me. Fletcher still hold the shoulder of Karen and his neck was printed the lipstick of Karen’s.
“Joan??” Fletcher was shocked, his hand slipping from Karen’s shoulder naturally. “I kept calling you all night. Where have you been?”
“Oh really?” I looked directly in the eyes of Karen. “What a coincidence. I’ve been calling Karen since last night, but no one answered my calls.”
Karen smiled to me. That must be the ugliest smile I’d ever seen. I’d rather she glared at me instead.
“I...em...I” Karen obviously didn’t know how to make up the story.
“Oh, Karen’s phone was out of service. I bet there was something wrong with it. So she turned me for help.”
What a shabby,shallow and ridiculous excuse!
“Yeah, right. I didn’t even recognize you are good at fixing. You’re just so perfect, Fletcher.”I sarcastically responded.
“No Joan, listen. I’m not...” Karen couldn’t help coming to his aid.
“Shut your mouth up, bitch!” I stared at Karen.
“Joan, what is your problem?” Fletcher began to protect his little slutty bitch.
“Fletcher, what is your problem?” Noah came in, hand supporting my spine, naturally like Fletcher did on Karen just now.
“Uncle Noah, Why are you...” With this, Fletcher looked down on Noah’s hand.
God knew that I tried to escape from his hand, but he just locked my waist.
“You guys... Hey! Let go of her! Noah!” Fletcher attempted to get me out from Noah’s arm. but sure enough, he failed totally. Noah was much stronger than him. “Joan is my Girlfriend!” Fletcher yelled out. As for me, I just rolled my two beautiful eyes and answered back. However, Noah took the first move.
“Serious?” Noah looked at Karen and said to Fletcher, “I thought this girl is your girlfriend. What? She can’t match you?”
Karen looked more than embarrassed. Her face turned red but not that kind of flush. It was indeed showing her shame and guilt. She felt nowhere to go but froze on the ground like a sculpture, waiting to be saved.
Sorry, bitch. No one would save you now. Just save it!
“What? You wanna a fight?” Fletcher even took off his jacket.
“With you? You don’t deserve it.” Noah smiled a little, and announced to them two. “From now on, this girl is mine.”
“Not even think about it!”
“You better believe it.” Then,Noah held my hand to leave the café.
Joan's POV To be honest, I was suddenly a little excited. The awkward expression on Fletcher’s face provided me with a vengeful pleasure, and all my frustration had gone. After we went out of the cafe, Noah was still holding my hands. This was too far from what I had expected. “Stop that!” I got out his arms. “That’s enough!” “What?” Noah didn’t loose his hand and that was when Fletcher followed us out. "Get the fuck off her!" Fletcher threw a punch and Noah easily escaped from it. "Not even close." Noah said defiantly, chin raised. Quickly, he threw a punch back, right in Fletcher’s face. Fletcher was not ready for that, so he was closely fell off. Karen screamed and hurried to get him. Apparently, Fletcher was irritated. As the attack came so fast, Noah quickly grabbed me with his hand and put me behind him. I sprained my ankle, but Noah caught me right away to stop me from being hurt. This was the first time I'd ever felt protected. With his protection, I dodged Fletcher's
Joan's POV What Fletcher said really shocked me. Why did he said such a thing? Did he find something? I almost couldn’t move like I was frozen here. But then, I calmed down immediately,because with Fletcher’s ID,he wouldn’t find what we did last night. His roar might be to vent his anger out. I knew him well,and that’s no wonder his father would rather leave the business to his uncle Noah than to him. I had also tried to encourage him to be confident in work, but now I could see clearly, he was such a lame duck. I decided to fight back in person, of course, as an innocent victim. "What the hell are you talking about? I'm gonna be mad at you for fighting and going to the police! And now you say I slept with someone I don’t even know!" Anyway, just now, in the cafe, I did not have any direct communication with Noah. Even if I was taken away by him at the end, Fletcher immediately chased me out and confronted me. Therefore, I had enough reasons to describe myself as a survivor of an
Joan's POV: I didn't want to give a shit on Fletcher's current situation, because he was an absolute stranger to me. However, I didn't have a proper chance to tell him about my plan. Recently, I noticed that he seemed to have many appointments because he went out very often. Most importantly, no matter how late he went back, Karen's perfume would always wrap around him, which was hard to ignore. It was the Dior perfume named Venus of Goddess, which was the graduation gift I prepared for her, so I knew very well the smell of that perfume. How funny it was! It turned out that the girl who wore Venus was a whore who messed up with Fletcher. She didn't deserve that gift! That night, I was making a video call with my partners, who had been abroad. At this moment, I heard that Fletcher closed our gate. It seemed like he went out again. When we finished the video call, it was nearing midnight. Well, he wouldn't come back tonight...As a woman, my hunch was reliable that this man was probab
Joan’s POV: Noah's aggressive moves instantly took me back to that night, which was a "sleepless" night. To be honest, I really wanted to have a rest, even if ten minutes, but I was not allowed to...The familiar smell of his breath enveloped me. It had been a long time since us to have such a close interaction since that night. He seemed impatient and couldn't wait to convey me. But I was a little distracted now holding the phone because I was still waiting for Fletcher's response. Although I already knew he didn't have time to respond to my messages at this point because he was too busy flirting with Karen. Still, I instinctively pushed Noah away, simply because, the situation would become more complicated. I knew I was supposed to get back at Fletcher, but if I took advantage of Noah again, the situation would be out of control. I was used to weighing the pros and cons, even in this kind of situation. "Sorry, it must be a long time since I saw you last time." Noah didn't force me
Joan's POV: I didn't want to give in so quickly, but I couldn't refuse Noah. His warm breath enveloped me. His lips were on my neck as I lingered and wandered in his world. I desperately wanted to break free, but I failed. It's quite amazing that he knew how to please me...how to make me feel better...everything unfolded unknowingly. I had to admit that he was indeed the "Perpetual-man" because of his endless exploration of women. It's hard to imagine how many women he had sex with before. Suddenly, I couldn't help but ask, "How many women have you had before?" Noah didn't expect that I even still cared about these things. "It seems that I'm still not good in the sack. I need to improve it because you are even thinking about this boring thing." He smiled pulling the towel straight from under him, exposing his dick. I could tell that he did respect how I felt, otherwise, he wouldn't show his body like this. "This is my sincerity. You know, I never showed my body to those women lik
Joan’s POV I knew that I must be lascivious now...my legs trembling and my hands clutching Noah's hair tightly. His tongue sank so deep into my pussy that it churned around inside, making me feel like I was on a roller coaster. It was like staying on the verge of losing consciousness...it was too good to be true. Honestly, I had never felt better than now. The sex I experienced with Noah made me realize that what I had with Fletcher was a joke. Originally, I always thought that sex was just another expression of love as proof. But I never expect that the pleasure of sex could be so powerful. It was a strong virus that attacked both my brain and body at the same time. Noah only had sex with me once before. But to my surprise, he had mastered almost every sensitive point in my body that night. Just in a dozen minutes, with unerring accuracy, he attacked those points one by one, leading my repressed desires to be released. "Hmmm," I grunted because I didn't want Noah to think I was
Joan’s POV: My hand shook as I held the phone cause it showed that Fletcher had sent Noah several messages just now. Based on this conversation, it was not like they were "not very close", as Fletcher described their relationship. 「This bitch seems even better than the last one!」 「Just teach me how to find these slutty bitches?」 「I haven’t ever got myself sunk in the best orgasm but just for ONE TIME.」 「Perpetual-man...you deserve this title, Uncle Noah」 These were all the messages that Fletcher sent Noah. It seemed that Fletcher was trying to soften Noah up. Noah wrote back, 「Don't call me that. It's awful.」 As I was poring over these messages and trying to figure out the stories behind them, Fletcher's message jumped in again. 「Uncle Noah, I think you are so very experienced in selecting bitches. So...if you don't mind, how about sparing me some of your experience. After all, these bitches I found are no better than yours.」 The last few words crashed my heart violently, wit
Joan’s POVWell, obviously, Noah had something to say. My curiosity couldn't resist to his pause. It took a really long time, and I couldn’t wait.I looked back at him, but he already stepped towards me. It seemed like a big deal to be made. I could even see the firmness in his eyes with some hesitation."So, a famous manager as you ever hesitated?" It was no irony, but he seemed a little sad."When it comes to women, occasionally. And especially you." Noah's comment reminded me of his Facebook Home page and his profile picture of him holding a woman's butt."This shouldn't be you. At least, that's not what your Facebook profile picture tells me." I laughed. From another point of view, the smile I was showing him at this moment was a kind of relief. It was only with THAT Noah that I thought there was still a safe distance between us. Otherwise, our sexual relationship would be an invisible strain, and I was not sure I could handle it all."Well, indeed, after meeting you, my world alm