The Rich Orphan

Chapter 27

Chapter 27 

Noah’s POV

Even killing can be beautiful.

Eliza makes something so brutal look like a dance, something practise with so much precision, as she spirals around the room showing Alex how to kick and punch, she looks elegant and beautiful. I can’t fault her.  

It has been a week since I had been placed partners with Eliza; it had been a week of paradise. At one point I had been sure I’d been killed and sent to heaven. 

Mark had advised me to go around another way of gaining Eliza’s trust and even though I hate saying it he was right.

Eliza was much more comfortable spending time with me when she knew I wasn’t going to shout at her if she spoke to another man or wore an item of clothing I didn’t like. I was also less jealous and possessive as I knew I could trust her. Also she would beat the crap out of someone if they came too close. It also helps I am spending more time with her; she wouldn’t’ admit it but when she is with me her body would relax as ease.

  “Hello....” Eliza waved her hand in front of my face, snapping me out of my trance.  “Dreaming about Tiffany?” She smirked.

  “Sure.” I rolled my eyes, it stung saying that, it hurt both of us.  At first I didn’t understand why she would always bring up Tiffany, but I can see it in her eyes, she’s trying to remind both of us that we cannot be together because of her.

I hate being with Tiffany, it wasn’t even like we were really together, we barely saw each other. Tiffany was either shopping or seeing her friends and most of the time I would spend my time training.

I now enjoyed training, I would spend every minute of every day if I could training because the more I trained the more time I spent with Eliza, we both used the excuse that we wanted to become better fighters, however I just loved spending time with her. I know Eliza doesn’t think of me like that yet but I know that stone heart of her is starting to chip away. The only time we don’t train is when Eliza goes off for those few hours in the early morning and late a t night.  

  “Ready?” Eliza asked, walking towards the training room.

  “Yep.” I smiled walking with her. Eliza turned on the music as loud as it would go and skipped into the middle of the room.  The second I had got into position, Eliza pounced on me, pushing me to the ground, pinning my hands to the floor.

  “You’re too easy.”  She smiled. She got up to quickly for my liking; I loved how our skin would tingle when we touched. We carried on training until we decided to take a break; we sat in the middle of the room in comfortable silence only listening to the music.

 I admired Eliza; I would watch her for hours if I could. I looked at her bite mark as it sat proudly on her neck. The vines and spiral that had grown from her bite mark had considerably calmed down not such a violent green but more of flesh pink colour that would only show in the sunlight.

  “Stop staring.” Eliza mumbled.

  “What?”

  “You have spent the last ten minutes glaring at me!”

  “I wasn’t glaring, I was admiring!” I grinned.

  “Hmm I do-“ Eliza was interrupted by screech of my lovely sister.

  “Eliza!” Cathy called, rushing into the room. “I need you now! I have a ton of dresses I want you to try on.”

  “Do I have to do it now?” Eliza groaned, laying herself on the floor.