If I'm There - A Noah Sebastian Story

Chapter Thirteen - Mine, Yours, Ours

*WARNING: THIS CHAPTER IS SO FUCKING UNHINGED AND FAR FETCHED I HESITATED TO DO IT, BUT THE VERDICT IS IN: HERE YOU GO*
KAT'S POV
"Kit Kat! If you don't hurry we will be late for dinner with Chris!" I pushed the backing on my earring quickly, and then took my necklace out to Noah so he could fasten it on my neck. It felt nice to finally wear a neck accessory that wasn't a fucking brace. My heels clicked down the hardwood of the hallway, to the living room where Noah was sitting. The man looked delectable in a suit, he needs to wear one more often. Noah whistled the moment he saw me in the black dress that hugged my body just right. He put his phone down, and grabbed the necklace from behind me.

"I hope it's not too much," I said, referring to the spillage at the top of my dress. He pulled the necklace tight to my neck, pulling me into his body.

"As long as you know you're mine, I don't mind." His hot breath against my ear sent chills down my spine, and butterflies flew throughout my stomach. He clasped the black diamond necklace and traced my curves with his hands, stopping at my hips. "Don't forget, you owe me for last week." I took in a sharp inhale, feeling his hips move into mine, and bit my lip that was painted red.
Chris picked an upscale restaurant, on an upper level of a building with a view of the city. It was far too nice for us, but Chris typically conducts expensive business. He said something about a one time proposal, and that was it. I assume it has something to do with music.
Noah and I stepped onto the elevator, and stood behind an elderly couple. I felt his hand travel down my back, and slide up the back of my dress. My eyes shot open, feeling him push a single finger in me. I bit my lip, holding back any moans. Noah maintained a small smirk and stared forward as he finger fucked me in the elevator behind a couple who'd for sure clutch their pearls and pray for our sins if they knew. Noah withdrew his finger the moment we reached the floor and he gestured for me to exit first.

"Kat! You look fucking great!" Chris exclaimed as he greeted us. He was in a suit as well, but that's almost always expected from him. I gave Chris a brief hug, his long arms wrapping around my body tightly. He let go of me and shook Noah's hand, and we walked to a table way in the back. Noah pulled my chair out for me, and pushed it back in, then sat next to me, his hand lightly placed on my thigh. The waitress came around and took our drink order; Coke, margarita, and a cosmo. I assume Chris had his fix of alcohol for the rest of night the morning after his first taste of it. I had still yet to ask him about it, but I figured he'd show me his demons when he's ready.

"Alright, what's going on in Chris Land?" Noah asked, taking a sip of his margarita. Chris shrugged.

"Not much. Taking it easy, getting ready for several tours. It's gonna be a good year. What about you two? How's the neck?"

"It's fine. The pain is a million times better now." Chris smiled, happy to hear that my neck wasn't killing me anymore.

"And Conner? He hasn't bothered y'all?" Chris asked, raising an eyebrow. Noah crossed his arms and cleared his throat awkwardly.

"We had a run in with him at the store, and he said a few things," Noah filled Chris in. Chris rolled his eyes and groaned.

"The deal was I pay him and he leaves Kat alone. And that deal extends to anyone involved with Kat."

"Yeah, well, I'm the village whore now," I remarked, grabbing my cosmo and finishing what's left of it. Chris shook his head and looked down. He hated when I'd talk down on myself, I'd always get the typical 'love yourself and fuck others' speech. This time, I got silence. Maybe he didn't want to waste his breath and time, because no words were going to help.

"Did you know that Kat can sing? I didn't know that. Had no clue. Until a few days ago she was singing in the shower."

"Yeah, she's got quite the pair of lungs," Chris said with a wink. I rolled my eyes and flagged down the waitress for another cosmo. I would need it if I was going to sit through dinner with Chris eyeing me like I was his main course of the dinner. I was just waiting for Noah to sucker punch him, but he had already agreed not to fight Chris to keep the peace between all of us for "my sake".
By the time we were all finished eating Noah and Chris got wrapped up in music discussion, and I zoned out while chewing on the tiny cocktail sword that held a lime in my drink, getting lost in my thoughts. When did Chris get muscular? Am I drunk? Is he actually hot right now? But, Noah is, too. What drink am I on? 7? 8? I'd definitely let both of them fuck me.
I was snapped out of my daze by Noah grabbing the cocktail sword from my hand and putting it on an empty plate. It was then that I realized, I was drunk. Plastered. And willing to make terrible terrible decisions.