Not Prince Charming (Completed)

16 - break

“There’s just one life to live and there’s no time to waste.”
~Demi Lovato (Give your heart a break)

I discovered rumours were circling online about Noah’s mystery mistress and Noah still couldn’t care less, especially when he was hard. He didn’t care after Angelica walked in on us and ended her relationship with him for two weeks, not really.

After the breakup, Angelica took it to the media and announced their breakup, stating that he’d cheated she didn’t know my name, so she just called me a blonde slut. Noah responded as we officially made our relationship public by saying she was never around and didn’t feel like they were even a couple, to begin with. He said he never felt complete with her, not as he did with me.

I didn’t even know that becoming his girlfriend was even part of the contract until Hadid confirmed it was as it was stated that if he was to lose his girlfriend because of our relationship, then I’ll have to date him until the contract ends.

I didn’t feel happy or even count myself to be lucky, to begin with. I felt even more horrible because although Angelica didn’t know who I was; she called me a slut and a whore and I don’t think she was wrong for saying that.

The thing didn’t get better, but a few things changed over the course of the last two weeks. I was no longer Noah’s mistress; I was his girlfriend, although girlfriend and relationship are the only change I notice because every other thing remains the same.

I tried to keep a low profile, but I could only do so much.

In the last two weeks, I’ve been attacked by angry fans of Noah’s model ex-girlfriend Angelica, who felt that I was the reason they broke up. I wasn’t though, Noah and his cock were the real reason behind their breakup, but no one but me saw it that way. Everyone always believes the other woman is to blame.

People talked behind my back and when I pass by at the university and some were bold enough to say it to my face, but I paid them no mind.

The ad was with me through the trauma and I didn’t go through it alone and he told me to not be ashamed of who I was and that I was who I was for a reason.

I am a whore and the name has hurt and haunted me for so long I feel it shouldn’t anymore and so I accept it as what it is. I sleep with Noah for the money he gave me and until my debt is paid, I’ll continue to do so.

Among the few things that changed in the past two weeks was my apartment. Noah didn’t like the idea of his ‘girlfriend’ living in a shabby house and so he bought me a bigger house that probably cost him a fortune. We moved in two weeks ago and though he wanted only me in the house, I told him I wasn’t moving without Ad coming too and that got him to back off.

Noah found out I was being shamed on the street and at the university, and he put 3 of his bodyguard on me. I knew better; I knew it wasn’t because he cared about my well-being, he just cared about keeping his investment safe and those bodyguards would only watch my every movement like hawks and feed him back so I turned it down and told him I could handle everything on my own.

“How did he take you turning down his offer of bodyguards?” Ad asks as we walk out of the lecture hall.

“I told him he could fuck himself with his guards and he said he’d rather fuck me.”

Hadid’s brow rises in disgust before he asks, “He said that?”

I shrug, “Yeah, he has said worse.”

“He’s been overprotective lately, too,” Ad points out.

I can’t agree more. “He’s jealous, and he thinks there’s someone else.”