Chapter 8

Isabella

I felt sorry for what I had said to him earlier; he was really nice to me the whole day. But I kept acting rudely with him.

He really helped me a lot as if he was not in high school, like us. I wonder why someone like him with too much knowledge is even in high school.

My mom brought us back to earth; I knew that we might go further and do something nasty if she didn’t call out our names.

We walked side by side and step by step down the stairs until we reached our small dining room. Noah pulled the seat for me, and I just sat my ass down without saying bullshit.

He sat next to me, and then once again, he started to feed me by his hands. I blushed and almost choked from embarrassment. He handed me a glass of water.

My mom commented, “wow! Prince Noah really loves you, isabella!”

I coughed again and shook my head “could all of you, please just eat silently?”

“and Noah! I’m blind, but I do have hands. Could you please let me use my hands?!” I huffed.

He just commented before shoving another piece of chicken into my tiny mouth, “do you know that I really love you?”

He wanted to kill me or what?! Seriously! How could he say a word like that out of nowhere while I was eating?!

I slammed my head down to the table, hiding my red face, I felt the blood rushing in my head. I almost lost the ability to inhale and exhale.

I blew a deep breath away and whispered while keeping my head to the table, “Noah, could you please leave now?”

He said simply “okay,”

I raised my head slowly, “really?”

He pinched my nose playfully, “yes, but in one condition.”

I nodded, “what is it?”

He pulled my hand out of my pocket then pushed his hands inside my pants. I hopped off the chair growling, “what the hell are you doing, Noah?”

He laughed hysterically, “your facial expressions are amazing! Dammit. Girl, I'm deeply in love with you. Are you a witch? What kind of spells have you thrown on me?” He joked.

And I stuck my tongue out of my mouth, mocking “now! Don’t switch my question. Tell me why in the hell did you slip your hand inside my jeans?”

He simply said with an arrogant tone, “I took your cell phone—.”

I gasped and squealed, “give me my phone now, noaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.”

He cupped my cheeks and pecked my lips and handed me a cellphone, which I could tell it wasn’t mine “well, that is your new cell phone now. And you have to answer all my calls. Got that sweetheart?”

I huffed and crossed my hands over my chest, but he slammed my head gently “got that baby Bella?”

I mumbled under my breath, “in your dreams.”

I suppressed a chuckle and said goodbye to him, and he left—.

He called me a hundred times, but I ignored all of his calls. And just fell asleep. Dreaming of my lousy boy alpha invaded my life and my soul and started to possess me!

I bet he was boiling in anger now because I ignored his calls!