Unwanted Bonds

8. Flirting?

Suzanne's House
Time ~ 2am

I couldn't believe it. The mission with Noah went smooth. Not going to lie, I expected myself to loose my mind because of his behavior... him being protective of me infront of his best friend was not on my bingo list.

I do regret not listening to him. I still went upstairs after he said to cover the ground. That was an.. I was crazy!

How can I kiss my boss?!? I acted so nonchalant that time but only I knew my heart was beating so fast, or maybe he knew too because he was so close..
Fuck, close. We literally kissed..

I am laying on my bed after coming to home and believe when I said I rubbed my lips with the toothbrush. I needed to sleep, I couldn't just imagine those lips on my again.. Oh fuck I'm going crazy.

I know it's just a kiss. A fake one too. But he made it so.. real. I was playing with fire but it felt like his heart was already burned.
Corny as fuck.

What I'm trying to say is, he didn't make it feel fake.. or I'm the one who didn't feel fake-

My phone notification rings. I check it and see Noah's name in the notification pops. Hm. It's litrally 2am why is he awake and MESSEGING me!?

I open the text and it says, "Awake, whine?"

...

That nickname again? Seriously! "Yea why?" I reply to his text. I don't know why but my heart is racing so fast. Maybe I should try a different position other than laying on my stomach-

"Nothing. Just checking.." Noah sends. Something doesn't feel right to be honest.. "What are you doing?" I ask, slightly hesitating to send it.

"Why you worried about me, whine?" Noah sends with a smirk emoji. "Delusional." I text back without waisting a minute. He doesn't reply or either start texting right away.

Then the three dots appear and starts wiggling, "That I am when I look at you." I send a scoff emoji. Because seriously what am I supposed to text to THIS compliment?

"Very good at complimenting aren't you?" I text. The three dots appear right away and I'm really waiting for the next tease. "You really have a problem differentiating between compliments and flirting hm?"

I blink at the ceiling rapidly at his text.
I feel so dumb. I can imagine myself standing awkwardly if I was standing infront of him right now. I may be good at arguing but not at this shit. I'm NOT sorry about it.

"Do you always type so slow or is it just because you don't have anything to text?" I can see him smirk through my vision. "Don't flatter yourself." I say and he responds immediately, "so you can flatter me?"

This guy...

"Why did you text me so late? I'm sure you have something you want." I say trying to divert the conversation to something else with my curiosity. "Can't I messege you without a motive?" I roll my eyes at his text and reply, "not this late."

"Are you saying I can't?" Noah asks. "Last time asking, why did you text me?" He sure can hear my tone through the text because he answered right away, "I have a project for you." I frown at his words. "Good thing I don't do projects. Plus my day is off tomorrow. What shit are you on?" I text.

Am I pissed? Yes.
Is it overreacting? No.

"Look, you asked me to come to your family dinner. I said I will. I can't do this shit project. I can't and I will not." I say leaving no room for argument.

"Fine." He replies. That's it?

Annoying.

"What project is it?" I ask wanting know what kind of important project he wanted me to finish in my day off- "So you're willing to do to it." "No, I didn't say that. Can't you do the project?" I ask despite feeling stupid for asking that.

No texts gets delivered. Neither does the three dots appear. I wait and my phone rings from a call. Oh-

"Hello," and I am ashamed to notice his sleepiness in his voice. It's... addicting. "Yes," I answer not exactly knowing how to answer.

Why am I flustered?

"You were asking why I couldn't do the project." He says making me question my questioning again. "Yeah.." It sounds like he is moving to somewhere, "you know.. I do have some work to do myself. Since my father will be having a dinner and note some of my progress in his agency. You know that right, whine?" That nickname makes me want to straggle him into so many things.

"What do you mean?" I ask slightly furrowing my brow. "Hm?" He asks since what he said was clean cut. "The agency is yours now, Noah. It was your father's agency once upon a time. Whatever the reason was, you are my boss now. I don't intend to impress him or anyone-"

"But me?" He interrupts making me slightly angry but the hint of proudness in his voice.. god.. "Do you think I want to impress you?" I ask like the answer is easy. "Judging by how you impressed me right now, yes." His lines make me feel two things, anger. And..

"No. I have no intention of impress you." I try to lie- no. I'm not lying of course. Why the fuck would I lie?! "Mhm, sure." There's some silence before I realise it's getting late. "It's late. We should hang up."

"So you're taking the project right?" I could practically imagine him smirking but I'm not giving in. Ain't no way. "No, Noah. You do know a no is a no, right?"
He keeps a pause and speaks, "the project will straight go to father."

"I told you, I am not going to try impressing your father."
"It's not about impressing, Suzzane. You need to keep the pride."
"It's NOT my job to keep the pride I don't even know you're talking about."
He sighs. He is not talking...

"When is the due date?" He always makes it so hard to deny him.. "Tomorrow. Of course." I sigh and ask, "when?" "2pm." "I have only 12 hours left?" God.. I don't think I can sleep today. "Yes."