Romance

Chapter 16
Vivianne Sinclair
Heat pooled below my stomach, my fingers tightened at my sides as his breath warmed against my skin.
I almost moaned... Almost.
His fingers brushed my arm, snapping something inside me.
"Do... don't touch... me..." My voice cracked, heart pulsating, and breath stuttering.
I pushed him back, and he winced, grimacing.
"Oh, my God! Are you okay?" I reacted instinctively before I could hold back, and he looked at me, a cocky smirk pulling at the corner of his lips.
Fuck! I wasn't supposed to care!
"Don't smirk at me like that... It's annoying." I shot him a glare, but he chuckled instead. That throaty chuckle that had me clasping my thighs together as something snapped in between them.
Ugh! I'm losing my mind.
"Wanna grab lunch together?"
I rolled my eyes, going back to my seat. “I'm busy, Noah. You should leave.” I reached for the computer mouse, fixing my eyes 

Chapter 17



  Vivianne Sinclair 


 I DIDN'T DO IT, VIVIANNE

 His voice annoyingly echoed in my head again, I sighed, sitting up on the bed.


 I barely slept last night thinking of what he said, and that's the first thing on my mind as soon as I woke up? Seriously? 


  It's already driving me crazy.



  I tried to shake off the sincerity in his eyes… to convince myself that he was lying to me, but a part of me was thinking otherwise.



  What if he wasn't?



  Sighs. Maybe I should ask him to tell me everything, and I can get this over with.



  And with that in mind, I stepped out of my room and headed downstairs.



  “Noah… Noa…” I stiffened along the staircase, and my breath caught at the sight that welcomed me.



  Bailey sat on Noah's thighs, lips locked, her fingers locked on his hair, and her moans echoing in the house.



  I felt a sting in my heart, my fingers tighte

Chapter 15




  Vivianne Sinclair 




  I sighed for the hundredth time today, my eyes glued to the ice rink, still I couldn't concentrate on anything.




  I hated to admit that Noah's absence was driving me crazy. I didn't want to care, but I kept worrying if he was fine and if he could take care of himself now that I'm not home.



 Heat blossomed in my chest as memories of hours ago replayed in my head, and my fingers tightened on my iPad.



 “Ms. Sinclair…” Coach B’s voice jerked me back to reality, and I saw him skating towards me.




  He stepped into the arena. “So, how did the assessment go?”




  I blinked. “Huh?”




  Oh… right… I was assessing the players so I could take note of their agility on the rink. Fuck! I got distracted.




  “Oh, that…” I glanced down at my iPad. I didn't take down a single note.




  “Is everything alright?” Coach B asked.




  Oh, no! This can't happen. I started work not long ago. I can't mess it up now.




  Just then, someone snatched my iPad, and my stomach knotted when I realised it was Mark. Here goes my biggest problem in this place.




  He glanced at the screen and scoffed, lifting his gaze to me. “Seriously? You wrote nothing?”




  I bit my lip.




  “You didn't know what to write, did you?” He huffed, tossing the iPad to me, and if I wasn't fast enough to catch it, it would've flown straight to the floor.




  This annoying asshole! And wait! Did he just say I don't know my job?




  “Just quit if you can't do anything right. Ugh! What an eyesore.” 



  Then he walked past me.




  That jerk!




  He's the captain. So? His father is a shareholder of The Bulls. And so fucking what?




  “Go fuck yourself, Mark!” I screamed in my head, but just stared silently as he walked away.




  No… I can't lose my shit just yet.




  I turned to coach B. “I'm sorry about this, Coach B. I got distracted.”




  He sighed. “It's fine. But don't do this again.”




  “I promise, it won't happen again.”




  He then walked away with the other players, but Scott stayed behind.




  “Are you okay?” He looked at me, worried.




  For a moment, I just stared silently. This dude's crazy. He keeps changing his personality every fucking time, and it's so frustrating and… entertaining as well.




  I think he's a cool guy. Just blunt and witty.




  “Is your knee okay?” He glanced down at my knee.




  “Hmm. I'm fine.”




  “I noticed you were distracted earlier. Is everything alright? Are you having a hard time taking care of Noah? Is he giving you a hard time?”




  “I can step in to help if—”




  “It's fine, Scott. I'm fine… really fine.”




  He nodded. 




  “Thank you… I need to organize things in the locker room.” Then I turned to leave.




  “You should be careful around Mark.”




  I halted.




  “He's dangerous... not someone anyone wants to mess with… Not if you want to last here.”




  I scoffed. Seriously? Is he a gangster or what?


  Well, Mark should steer clear off my path. I'm not about to be pathetic around some loser just because he thinks he owns the world.


 "Hmm." I nodded and walked away.


  The locker room was empty when I walked in.




  “Where's everyone?” I muttered.



  My eyes swept around, and I cursed silently. Their jerseys, sticks, and skates were everywhere.




  Am I supposed to clean after them? God! Can my life get any worse?




  I got to work, sorting the jerseys and hanging them in their various places.


 The sound of footsteps echoing behind me drew my attention. 


 I paused, and as I turned around, Mark's smirk welcomed me.



  “I see you're enjoying your time here.” His eyes swept around, and back to me.




  Sighs. I guess he did this intentionally.




  But wait… Why does he hate me this much? We've never met before… It just can't be because of who he is, right? 




  He is crazy.




  “Oh, yeah… I enjoy cleaning.” I forced a smile, but burned inside.


  I enjoy cleaning indeed.



  “Since you love cleaning so much, you wouldn't mind helping me clean the toilet, right? I sent the cleaner on an errand and promised to find someone to help her.”




  I raised a brow. The nerve of him!




  “Why don't you go do it yourself?” I wanted to scream at him, but held back. 



  Scott warned me not to mess with him. I don't want to lose my job. 




  I don't know how long I'd be able to hold out anyway.




  I smiled. “That's not a part of my job, Mark. Maybe you should get someone else to do it.”




  He tucked his hands in his pants. “Too bad no one's available. I'm going to pay you for it though. Name your price.”




  “Then do it yourself. You have hands, don't you?” I muttered, but loud enough for him to hear it.




  “What did you say?” He shot me a glare.




  “Who? Me? Did I say anything?” I chuckled dryly. “You must've heard wrong.”




  “I'll give you a hundred dollars to clean the toilet.”




  Bitch I'm broke, but not that broke not to afford a hundred dollars. 




  I smiled. “I'm still busy here. If you'll please excuse me.”




  As I turned to resume what I was doing, he suddenly grabbed my hand and pulled me up roughly. 




  “I'm still talking.” He said between gritted teeth, his nails digging into my arm.




  “Let me go, Mark.” I stared into his eyes, trying to hold back.




  “And what if I don't?” He smirked.




  I was ready to kick him in the groin when someone walked in.




  “What the hell are you doing, Mark?” 




  I froze. Noah? 




  His grip loosened on me, and his smirk faded into a disappointed frown.




  “Me?” He turned to Noah and smiled. “I was just playing around with her.”




  Noah shot him a glare, then limped to me, his face full of worries.




  “Are you okay? Did he do anything to you?” He held my shoulders, his eyes sweeping over me.




  “Hmm. I'm fine.”




  He turned to Mark and grabbed his shirt, slamming him into the locker. “I told you to stay the hell away from Vivianne! Don't fucking mess with her!”


 "What the hell, man! Is she your fuck mate or something..."


 Noah had already landed a hard punch on his face before he could finish talking, and he groaned.


  “Noah, stop!” I shrieked. He's still injured. What the heck is he doing?


  “Vivianne is not a plaything. Stop fucking messing with her. I'm going to fuck you up if you ever hurt as little as a strand in her hair. I won't warn you again!” Noah said before I forcefully pulled him away from Mark.


 My heart fluttered with joy, cheeks burning hot with excitement. It felt just as good as when he also defended me before Mark a few days ago.


  It almost makes me feel like with him around, I don't have to lift a finger to protect myself… almost. But fuck it! He's hurt me too.


  “Let's go.” He held my hand, but I resisted.


  “I'm still busy here. I've not cleaned these up.” I muttered, and he scoffed. 


  “Seriously? Do you enjoy being bullied so much?”



  Then he dragged me out of the locker room, and into my office.




  “Are you sure you're fine?” His eyes swept over me worriedly.




  I nodded. “Hmm. What about you? Why are you here? You should be at home resting. Your knee is—”




  “I had something urgent to take care of."




  Oh… I slowly nodded.




  “You didn't have to do that, anyway. I can protect myself.”




  He scoffed, raising a brow. "Seriously?"


 "Yeah... You know I can fight for myself. I was about to kick his ass before you walked in." I muttered, looking away.


 "I know you can look out for yourself, but Mark isn't someone you can mess with. You should stay away from him.



  I huffed. “Who said I was messing with him? He was the one who's always messing with me.”




  “Just avoid him. I might not be there to protect you from him every time.”




  I scoffed. “Protection? Who said I need your protection? I can protect myself.”


 I stepped back as he suddenly closed the distance between us, my back pressing on the wall.



  He slammed his hand above me on the wall, eyes locked on me, and his face just an inch away… I felt his breath on me. Warm and intoxicating. I almost closed my eyes.




  “Wh…what are you doing?” 




  I heard my heart beating loudly, every thump heavier than the last, my knees buckled beneath me, and my stomach tightened with desire.



 He leaned in, as if he was going to kiss me... Just the thought of it made me jelly.




  But the next thing he did made me freeze.




  He flipped his finger on my forehead lightly and said, “I know you can protect yourself, but I want to do it… So, stop being stubborn and listen to me.”




  My breath caught…

Chapter 16
Vivianne Sinclair
Heat pooled below my stomach, my fingers tightened at my sides as his breath warmed against my skin.
I almost moaned... Almost.
His fingers brushed my arm, snapping something inside me.
"Do... don't touch... me..." My voice cracked, heart pulsating, and breath stuttering.
I pushed him back, and he winced, grimacing.
"Oh, my God! Are you okay?" I reacted instinctively before I could hold back, and he looked at me, a cocky smirk pulling at the corner of his lips.
Fuck! I wasn't supposed to care!
"Don't smirk at me like that... It's annoying." I shot him a glare, but he chuckled instead. That throaty chuckle that had me clasping my thighs together as something snapped in between them.
Ugh! I'm losing my mind.
"Wanna grab lunch together?"
I rolled my eyes, going back to my seat. “I'm busy, Noah. You should leave.” I reached for the computer mouse, fixing my eyes on the screen.
But deep down, I didn't want him to leave. I wanted to have him around me longer.
My 