Chapter 6 Sexy

Noah pov

"How did you..." I was going to ask her, but she cut me off before I could finish.

"I'm a swimmer! Or in another meaning, I used to be a professional swimmer! Worldwide champion, actually," she blurted out, staring away as if she remembered an old, bad memory about being a swimmer.

"Why?!" I narrowed my eyes, intrigued by her sudden revelation.

"Why what?" she whispered, still staring away. This girl could read between the lines; no one had ever done that before!

"Yes, why?" I moved closer, paying close attention to her.

She looked straight at me and deeply into my eyes. "I miss my old life," she sighed wistfully.

I opened my mouth to say something, but I couldn't find the right words. I wanted to ask her a lot about her life, but that might take a long time.

I mumbled, "Why am I curious about you?"

She rubbed her chin confidently. "Because I know who you are!"

She said those words and left me with a bewildered mind, walking away. 'Who sent her?! Why does she keep saying that she knows me?! What did she mean by that?!' I wondered, my thoughts racing.

I pulled her arms, grabbing her tightly to my chest. "Who are you?"

She gazed at my hand and raised an eyebrow. "I'm the only woman that will accept you and accept your real identity without fear! Because I want to," she said to me boldly, then released her hands from mine. I pulled myself away, trying to understand her cryptic words. She was smart, mysterious, but that gave me a warning to not trust her completely.

"Where are you going?" I hollered at her, stopping her in her tracks.

She turned her head slowly to me. "To change my clothes; they told me there's a party tonight!" What? She was planning to attend?!

"It's for businessmen and politicians!" I narrowed my eyes, surprised by her intention.

She shrugged her shoulders. "So! I still could go! I'm your girl!" She winked and rushed away to the suite. I don't know why I didn't believe her. It was as if she was hiding something. I wondered if fate had bumped her into my path or if she had planned this meeting.

I finished some meetings and fired some of the employees. I made some calls. I had forgotten about breakfast and lunch because I was so busy.

I was surprised by Selena, who stormed into my office and placed her hands on her hips, interrupting my meeting. "So, do you think that I'm a slave?!" she murmured, her tone laced with annoyance.

I widened my eyes, flabbergasted at her reaction. "What?!" I gestured to all my men to leave the room. At least there weren't any businessmen with me, as her attitude could have damaged my reputation.

She frowned and crossed her arms over her chest. "I didn't eat anything, I'm hungry! If this is the kind of relationship you're talking about, then I prefer to be single!"

"Why didn't you eat anything?!" I raised my brows, genuinely curious about her outburst.

She huffed. "Having a boyfriend! Living together! This means we should eat together! Sleep at the same time! Take showers together! Do shopping with each other! Almost share everything!" she explained, her annoyance evident.

I cleared my throat, taken aback by her view of a relationship. I had never been in a serious one, but in my life and in my country, there was nothing like that. Beyond any doubt, she was unique and different.

"I don't know about that!" I said, glaring at her with a plain look.

She looked me up and down. "Say sorry."

I shook my head, thunderstruck. "What?! I never used that word!"

"You will! Now! Or I'm going," she smirked, heaving repeatedly in a childish way.

I grinded my teeth. "Fine! Sorry."

She stepped closer to me, placing her arms around my neck and licking her lips seductively. "I like dangerous guys like you. Anyway, see you at the party."

I pulled her back. "What? Are you going alone?! Wait for me!"

She chuckled, teasing me with a wink. "I'm going with another man. See you, handsome!"

'What?! Another man! Who the hell dared to invite her?' I rushed, trailing after her like a madman. Thanks to her, I didn't have time to change my suit! I was so angry!

I spotted her kissing one of the French businessmen. I kept my eyes on her from afar, then a few minutes later, I stormed inside the ballroom, and everyone bowed their heads to me in respect. Except her; she was glaring at me with a big smirk, as if she wanted to tell me she wasn't afraid of me! As if she wanted to show that she wasn't impressed by my money.

I pulled her hand and pushed the French businessman away. "Why are you with him?!"

She innocently smiled, teasing me. "I do like him, I like French men!" and she gave me her back, ignoring me and opening a conversation with this man again.

I gazed at him with a death glare; he trembled and gulped. I pulled her by her waist and whispered huskily. "You are mine! Stay away from him."

She licked my ear and whispered. "I am not yours, and I like him!"

"Don't make me..." I hollered, then paused.

She laughed hysterically. "What?! I told you I hate blood!"

"Who the hell are you?" I groaned loudly with a snort, making all the businessmen stop breathing. Everyone knew my bad temper, and when I looked like that, it meant someone would die.

"Selena! Is that you?" A familiar voice shouted out her name.

"What?! Steven! The son of the most famous Italian ambassador and...?!" I mumbled, almost losing control over my hands. I tightened my grip on her arm until Steven pulled her to him, kissing her cheeks.