Noah
I was an idiot when I was drunk.
I realized that when I woke up laying on top of the sheets of a hotel bed, Ella's perfect naked body laying next to me. I had all but fallen out of the bed at the sight. It took me a second to remember the previous night's events, but when I did, my blood didn't run cold like I thought it would.
No, it was warm. Hot even.
Such an intense warmth I had never felt before engulfed my body. I rushed to the bathroom and splashed some cold water on my face, looking into the mirror shortly after. I almost didn't recognize the face that looked back at me. This person looked... happy. Content. All signs of stress were completely gone.
Ella did this to me. And I hated it.
I couldn't bare to be here any longer. I couldn't think about what would happen when Ella woke up and she realized what we had done last night. Once again, I wore to never drink again. Clearly I make bad decisions when I'm drunk.
Going into this marriage, I made a promise to myself to prevent all romantic feelings from consuming me. I promised myself that this whole situation with Ella was only temporary, and I needed to keep her from getting too close. I didn't need commitment right now. I don't think I ever wanted it.
It was reckless sleeping with Ella. Extremely reckless. But as much as I wanted to, I couldn't bring myself to regret it. Just imagining the curve of her hips and the swell of her-
I silenced my mind and clenched my fists. I couldn't think of last night anymore. I needed to get out of here.
Thankfully, I had hardly unpacked anything when we arrived in LA yesterday morning. I threw what few things that were out of my suitcase into it, then hurried to brush my teeth before Ella woke up. Just when the door to the hotel room was about to shut behind me, I had a moment of weakness. Usually I had no problem leaving my one night stands while they were sleep. They knew what to expect. But this time felt different. I couldn't abandon Ella here without any warning.
I clenched my jaw, turning back into the hotel room. I scribbled a quick note on a notepad provided by the hotel and stuck it onto the back of the front door. Then I made my exit.
I had some business in San Diego that I had planned on tending to later this week, but I decided to push it up to now. My rental car that I had ordered when I was rushing to leave was parked by the valet in front of the hotel. I wasted no time in getting into the driver's seat and pulling off, admittedly faster than I should've.
When I got on the highway, I called someone who I haven't spoken to in a few months. They picked up quick.
"Noah? Hey, long time no speak." I could hear the smile in Scarlett's voice as she spoke.
"Hey. I'll be in San Diego for a few days. Are you free?" I said gruffly, my knuckles white from gripping the steering wheel so hard.
"Normally no, but I can make an exception for you. When are you gonna be here?" Her voice was sultry, and it almost made me sick. It wasn't alluring like Ella's voice. My jaw ticked.
"Can you be at my usual hotel in two hours?"
"Absolutely. See you then."
~*~
It wasn't working.
Usually, fucking got my mind off of anything, but right now it was only annoying me. Scarlett was straddling me, kissing down my neck, and all I could think of was how different she felt from Ella. What the hell was wrong with me?
Scarlett trailed her way back up to my lips, and I tried to get into it again, but there was nothing. The second I closed my eyes, Ella was there. Her dark hair pooled around her on the bed as I fucked her, the way her hands gripped the sheets, her lips wrapped around my-
I broke away from Scarlett with a huff. She frowned. "Everything ok?"
I shook my head. "No, I'm just not feeling it right now. Sorry, but can you go?"
She looked surprised, but slowly nodded her head, standing up from my lap. "Okay. Call me whenever you want to try again."
She adjusted her clothes, picked up her purse, and left, leaving me alone with my thoughts.
I was a goner.
~*~
Short little chapter in Noah's pov! I honestly didn't know what else to write in his pov lmao
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RomanceElla Novak loves fashion design, freedom, and most of all, coffee. Noah Mitchell hates commitment, coffee, and not having control. When the two get drunk out of their minds in Las Vegas, things go a little crazy and they wake up the next morning wi...