Not even a couple of minutes have passed but Noah already sits himself on the edge of his messy bed. Picking up his discarded clothes, he puts on his sweatpants first, then his shirt and stand from where he was, the pad of of feet the only sound in the now silent space.
Eliza begins pulling the white satin sheets to cover her naked body. Shifting on the side, she tries to look for and recover her clothes. Once she spots her undergarments, she carefully makes her way to them and starts to put them on.
As he approaches his desk, Noah pours himself a goblet of scotch, swirling the liquid around before taking a satisfying sip.
"I wish you would quit that, too much of it will kill you." Eliza says as she fastens the clasp of her red lace top.
Smirking on the edge of the glass, Noah takes a second gulp before saying, "Do I hear concern there?" His tone surely teasing.
Standing up fully and righting her clothes as to how it looked earlier tonight, Eliza then located her heels and straps on her high heeled stilettos. "So what if I am?" She asks irritably and she snatches her bag somewhere.
Noah raises his brow, leaning on his desk as Eliza pulls out her phone and browses through her Google calendar. He's pondering if he should say something to that but words were never his strong suit so he opts to stay there and watch her do what she pleases.
"You have to be in the office at 8 am sharp tomorrow, you need to sign some papers and contracts. You also have a meeting with Mr. Hernandez at 9 am and you know he's never late." she in her most authoritative voice, as if she wasn't riding this man just a new minutes ago. As if she wasn't wriggling under his touch mere moments before this.
"Yeah, yeah. I'll be there" he replies coldly, as if a teenager being force to do some chores.
Nodding her head and flattening her long, black hair, placing her hairpins back in place. Eliza finally puts her bag on her shoulder, just like she does each time she'll find herself in this situation.
Noah keeps his gaze at her, tumbler on his hand still just a few centimeters below his lips as he watches her move around his place in familiarity. "You leaving?" his words just used to fulfill it's purpose. No use in adding flowery nothings.
Moving her head in affirmation, she chips a simple, "I'll see you tomorrow," before making her way to the door says as she makes her way to the door. "Good night." she adds with a whisper.
He makes his way towards her but she is already out of the door even before Noah reaches her. "Oh fuck!" he swears to no one in particular. Just the glass windows and the messed up bed to hear him.
As Eliza rides a taxi home, she allows herself to be wallowed in her thoughts. She thinks back not only to everything that transpired tonight but to all the nights, days, and moments before this.
"What am I doing?"
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The next morning, Eliza still has not fully woken up when she walks to the kitchen with her phone in hand. Starting up the coffee machine, she toggles her phone and decides to open her Facebook app as she waits for her morning drink to finish.
Not even a millisecond has gone and she is already left speechless by the bold letters of headline staring back at her. A headline she did not see coming.
"Business mogul, NOAH WEBB, engaged to supermodel, FELICITY VERA."
Thinking it's just a tabloids sad attempt at fake ews, she continues to scroll through her feed but every headline had the same short write-up as earlier. Every online news outlet here and abroad is currently covering how the businessman has announced his engagement to the world-famous woman.
