Apartment 311

Ch | 84

>>bonus chapter: mature/explicit content. feel free to skip this part. Read at your own risk lol. <<

Brooklyn Noelle Brankovich

Chapter Eighty-four: "Climbing on my desire"

I was downstairs in the sand, enjoying a drink before heading up to the room. Noah had already gone up after dinner because he wanted to smoke. Meanwhile, Gael and Cass had just left, too. Horny fuckers.

My head tossed back as I laughed with a drunken stranger, she was a nice woman, pretty funny. When my eyes opened again, I happened to glance up at the balcony and caught Noah staring down at me. I smiled bashfully and finished the fruity cocktail.

"Good, right?!" I think is what the girl asked but I started to tune her out.

I stole another look at Noah and saw him blow smoke from his blunt before pushing off the balcony and walking inside of our room across from Gael and Cassie's.

The girl's eyes followed a confident man in a Speedo. He met her gaze, spinning to signal her over to him just a couple feet away now.

"That's my cue," she exclaimed, squeezing my hand. Mine too.

*

I entered the room and backed into the door to shut it. I held it up for a second and stared Noah down. He sat on the bench at the foot of the bed, unbuttoning his black shirt. Beside him, a small glass of brown liquor that I assumed was Jack.

Noah's jaw clenched and his eyes were dark and low, almost murderous but that aroused me.

I knew he wanted me to walk over there, straddle his lap and please him, but I had something else up my sleeve.

I felt his eyes roam my body and I just shook my head as I switched in my heels to the bathroom where I locked myself inside and retrieved my sunshine yellow Glossier duffel bag from the closet by the seamless glass shower.

I stepped out of my bodycon long-sleeved black dress and paused, almost scared, when I heard loud music playing from the tv speakers. Oh, Noah, always one step ahead.

Carrying on, I unzipped my bag atop the double vanity sink and pulled out my little surprise: a red cut-out underwire garter lingerie set.
Because I knew his birthday was coming up and how he'd act, I went shopping and just fell in love with the set. Red looked great on me, and Noah could attest to that. Not to mention how great my body looked in it - despite the shit my mother said about me gaining weight. Noah didn't mind anyway, he works me out and loves my ass; Dana's just mad I don't have a thigh gap anymore.

Before putting it on, though, I quickly shaved my legs and lathered myself in coconut oil.

Oh my God, who am I turning into? This man has completely slutted me out, I thought in my head for a second. I stopped and caught my reflection in the mirror. A smile came onto my matte painted lips. But damn I look good.

After freshening up, I walked into a mist of jasmine-scented fragrance and spun on my heels.
I then slipped into the ensemble that left very little to the imagination.

I flipped my hair and teased it a bit, making duck lips in the mirror. Upon deciding I was ready, I put everything away and turned off the lights before pushing the door open.

When I did, I posed in the doorway and let Noah get a good look.

His chest inflated and he gazed at me hungrily. Speechless he was.