Forbidden Fantasies

Chapter Twenty-Two

When I opened my eyes the following morning, I was alone in Noah's bed. I looked over to the nightstand and saw there was a note.

Good morning Gorgeous. I had to get to work and didn't want to wake you. Can't wait to see you when I get home. I love you.
Your Noah <3

My heart flutters as I read his last two words. My Noah.

I climb out of bed and dress in one of Noah's tee shirts and some clean panties before walking out into the living area.

I know that I should go home and deal with that situation, but I just can't. Not right now. So instead I raid Noah's kitchen, plant myself on his sofa, and binge watch TV all day.

I am deep into a Friends marathon when Noah walks through the door.

"Welcome home, baby," I call out to him, my eyes not leaving the screen.

He walks up behind me and I lean my head back over the edge of his couch to kiss his.

"Hi, baby. You hungry?" He asks while walking to the kitchen, pulling off his jacket and tie on the way.

I hold up my large bowl of popcorn from my lap, "Nah, I'm good."

Noah retrieves a beer from the fridge before planting himself next to me on the couch. He grabs the bowl of popcorn and pulls it into his lap before opening his arm out to me. I slide up next to his and he drapes his arm around my shoulder.

We spend the rest of the evening curled up on the couch, eating junk food and watching friends. Everything was absolutely perfect. It was just too bad that it wouldn't last.

The following morning, after Noah left for work, I gathered all the courage I could muster before driving back to my house.

As I pulled into the drive, I noticed that Charlie's car was still there. I sighed before heading into the house.

I walked in the front door and was completely caught off guard. The living room was littered with boxes.

What the fuck?

Charlie walked out of the guest room and jumped when he saw me.

"Babe, you're home." My skin crawled when he said those words.

"First of all, don't call me that. Second of all, what the hell is going on here? What are all of these boxes?"

"I told you, I'm moving in." I just stared at him dumbfounded. I can't even begin to process what is happening.

He continued, "I took the guest room. I hope that's okay. I'm sorry about the boxes. I'll get them cleared out by tonight. Are you going to be home tonight or are you staying wherever you stayed last night? Which, by the way, where did you go?"

"Alright, clearly there is no getting rid of you, so let's lay down some ground rules right now. You don't get to know where I go, what I do, or who I see. You don't get to ask about my day or anything else about my life. For all I'm concerned, you are just a shitty roommate that I'm stuck with for the time being. And as my roommate, you had better plan on helping out around the house. I expect you to help pay the bills as well as keep food in the kitchen. And I expect you to help clean up around here, too. There will be no leaving your shit wherever you want to like you did while we were dating. I'm no longer going to put up with it."