Chapter 3

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Noale was completely indulged in the perfect outfit. Completely . So much she didn't even notice the knock at her front door that's been pounding for about five minutes now. She trudges over in her PJ's and looked through the peep hole to see someone she'd never thought she'd see in Harlem let alone not in Chelsea or Manhattan. She swung the door open slowly " Mr.Centineo?" He looked up from his phone with his eyebrows furrowed as if she was interrupting him at her house" mhm" he nodded towards her and she ushered him in,afraid if she didn't she'd loose her job" May I ask what's going on?" " you said at the office you didn't have a car so I figured you're waking up really early-like you're doing now- to come to work and stay till 10- I cant have that so I've decided to pick you up today and hopefully your car will be ready tomorrow night " Noale heard everything he said but for obvious reasons she was enticed to ask him to repeat himself " wait what? My car? What do yo-" " it's in your contract you can use the company credit card and receive a temporary vehicle working for us as long as you do monthly check ups with our mechanics " "what?" She squealed and he stepped back,the grin on his face too evident. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a credit card with a puppy and a bow on it" I picked this one because it reminds me of you if you don't mind" she snatched the credit card from his hands and replaced it with her body,squeezing the man in a big hug " omg thank you so much! I can finally buy food and cook it" she quickly put her hands over her mouth and her eyes grew big " I'm sorry that wasn't- " "it's fine Noale" he chuckled " you're fine" she nodded and they both stood there " if you're really taking me to work than we've got three hours ahead of us which leaves me an hour and a half of doing nothing " she said,trying to inform him that he could leave until then " okay,do you know a cafe near? I haven't been up this early since I was your age" "I can make you some coffee and we can watch a movie or a show until that time " Noah's eyes dropped to Noale's before he skimmed her apartment " if you'd like you don't have to " " that sounds fine"

Centineo had his jacket off and his tight pants pulled up so he could perfectly breathe in and out without problems. He hated those tight suits but they always made him seem like he was going to take the day head on,and he knew that was motivation for his employees. Noah and Noale had chosen to watch the first thing that was on Netflix-which was Bird Box- Noah silently admitted to himself that he didn't understand or know what was going on,but he could see the interest beaming in Noale's face so that was the only reason he didn't run down the stairs and pretend to 'heat up the car' . He noticed her breathing patterns were slow and steady then heavy without anything significant happening. Her eyes fluttered and he could tell she was tired from her soft face turning a bit red in the cheeks as she yawned quietly, trying not to disturb him " wow isn't this crazy? " she spoke, causing him to jump and her to also " you okay ?" " yeah just grew a bit tired" she nodded" what happened to your lip? " she asked nonchalantly, soon regretting it " I'm so s-" " a dog didn't know it's strength I guess you can say" he smiled genuinely at her " I'm sorry to hear that, does it hurt?" " of course not Noale it's been years" he chuckled and she felt her knees weaken. There was a beautiful man-who was CEO of one of the biggest American businesses- sitting on her run down couch in her little New York City apartment with half a suit on,chuckling like no tomorrow.

She reached her hand out to feel his scar accidentally and he jolted away from her. They both sat there looking at each other before Noah looked straight ahead than got up,putting on his jacket " I'll be in the car heating it come down when you're ready" he quickly started walking towards the door and straight out to the stairs before she could speak.

Oh wow I've fucked up

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