Wicked

Chapter XI

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I apologize for the long wait. Thank you for being patient with the updates.
This chapter is a bit longer than usual so I hope you enjoy.
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Ellas' POV

He hasn't spoken or even looked my direction all day. I mean, I'd be lying if I said it didn't bother me, cause it did. Like, really.

I was currently in the kitchen pouring myself a glass of water. So many questions were running through my mind at the moment it was honestly giving me a headache. 

My ears pricked once I heard the T.V in the background. Setting the cup on the table I walked away and into the living room.

Sitting on the couch was, Noah. He couldn't see me from where I was standing. I peeked my head out from the door frame even more. He had on a pair of black jeans with a matching T-shirt showing off a sum of the tattoos on his arms. And a gold chain hanging from his neck.

his phone placed to his ear while with those cold eyes starring out into the distance. He seemed so focused. 

"What do you mean shipments have been delayed? Fuck, James you had one job!"  

There was a moment of silence  

"I want them in by 5:00, any later and i'll make sure the boss hears about your fuck up today."

And with those last words, Noah ends the call.
Mustering enough confidence, I walk myself over to where he was.

I decided to sit on the other end of the couch, hoping to draw attention to myself, but got nothing. Scooting a bit closer, still nothing.

So I did what any crazy girl would do next, I moved to his lap. My heart leaps as soon as his dark eyes met mine.

The tension in the room ran thick.

"Wha-" 

"Why are you ignoring me?" I cut him off.  

"Im not." It's been some days since he's last spoken to me, his voice sounded so foreign and cold.  

"Yeah, you are." I pressed 

He let out a frustrated sigh. "Is that all?" 

I didn't know what to say. Yeah, I had more on my mind to throw at his heartless conniving face. But, somehow none of it rung a bell as all I could do was be enchanted by those mesmerizing colored eyes of his.

No. Stop it.

Realizing that I was basically checking him out I knocked some sense into myself and quickly pulled off of him.

But Noah had other plans.

Suddenly he grabbed me by the waist, moving me back down. His minty breath hovering over my neck "Don't pull away from me." He demanded in a stern tone, sending shivers down my body.

Nervously turning to face him "I don't want to be here, Noah." My voice spoke softly while avoiding direct eye contact.

"You're forgetting something, sweetheart..." His hand rose, grabbing at my chin and lifting it to where he was all I could see. "I don't give a damn."

My brows furrowed at that last statement. It almost felt as if he was trying to provoke me... to see how far I would go... to test my limits.

"No. No no! You can't say that Noah!" I protested, pushing myself off him so now I was standing, facing him from above. "How do you expect me to ever remotely love- like, o-or even tolerate you if you don't care?!