Chapter 7 A bomb

Selena POV:

"Steven?!" I said in shock. I knew there was a chance I might run into him by coincidence, but not this soon!

Steven licked his lips and wrapped his arms around my waist with his usual shameless behavior. "Yes, honey, did you miss me?" Missed him? For goodness sake, I had kicked him out of my house countless times!

I opened my mouth in disbelief. "What the hell are you doing?" I glanced back at Noah, who was watching us in silence up until this point.

Steven smirked. "Huh?! I'm a businessman, and my father is an ambassador, remember? Undoubtedly, I am invited!" He glared at me for a long time. His eyes made me want to throw up. I don't know why I ever trapped myself with this superficial, egotistical man before! I should slap myself for sleeping with him!

I raised an eyebrow, trying to release myself from his grip. "I'm not talking about this, Steven!"

"Then about what, my dear Selena?" Steven widened his eyes in feigned confusion.

I frowned, throwing him a death glare. "About kissing my cheeks, hugging me, and wrapping your grubby hands around my waist! GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME NOW, STEVEN!" I hollered, pushing him away with all my strength.

Steven rolled his eyes, annoyed. "Huh? I am your boyfriend, Selena!"

"Her boyfriend?!" Noah uttered, staring at me with deadly and mysterious eyes.

Steven crossed his arms over his chest and mumbled. "Yes, Mr. Noah! But how did you meet Selena? How do you know her?" Steven gazed at Noah.

I blurted out, cutting to the chase. "Steven is not my boyfriend! Ex-boyfriend, actually." I wanted to clear things up with Steven, but I also wanted to inform Noah at the same time. I like him. I've never met someone like him before. Throughout my entire life, I had been searching for someone with the same personality as Noah.

"YOU ARE MINE FOREVER, SELENA," Steven hollered and pulled me to his chest.

Noah pulled me to his back and pushed Steven away. "WATCH YOUR MOUTH, STEVEN!" Noah warned Steven sternly with a scary glare.

"What? Did you fall for her too? Needless to say, she didn't waste any time at all!" Steven murmured.

I raised my hands up and slapped Steven's face without thinking twice. My bad temper was the worst of me. I didn't know how to repress my anger, plus he was pushing my buttons, and this time, he had crossed the line. "Fuck you, Steven! Don't even start! I've warned you before, one more word and I will cut your throat!" I groaned.

"Yes, in your country, not in my country! You have no connections here!" Steven raised an eyebrow.

"In fact, it's my country, and she is mine!" Noah blurted out boldly. Steven trembled and remained silent, eyeballing Noah.

I shouted, flabbergasted, "What?!" They think I'm a toy, and they could decide my life instead of me?!

Noah dragged me away. "Come with me now, Selena!" he said firmly, trying to curb his anger, but his eyes said how much he was irritated! Did he fall in love? Or the dangerous man inside him hates taking what's his? I was wondering in my mind.

I halted and turned my head to him. "Why did you say that? I am not yours! I am staying here with you just for a while, that's all." I narrowed my eyes at Noah.

Noah rubbed his chin, turning his head slowly to me. "You have to thank me for protecting you!" he smirked sheepishly, as if he wanted to tell me that I'm a weak woman faking up how strong I was. For goodness sake! I should tell him my real identity, but I couldn't do it now.

I crossed my arms over my chest and laughed hysterically, looking up and down at him. "Protecting me? I can handle this! You don't know me yet."

Noah slammed the wall angrily. "Then tell me now! How did you come to such conferences? Who invited you?" he loudly roared, pinning me to the wall and leaning down to my face, leaving no distance between our eyes, as if he was invading my soul.

I cleared my throat. "I can attend any..." I sighed and paused. His affection was strong over me. He could easily pull the truth out of me, but I tried to control myself. Maybe the others fear him, but I do like him.

Noah moved his fingers to my cheeks gently and said huskily, as if he was pleading for me to tell him my reality. "What, Selena?"

But we were distracted and intercepted by one of the managers, who shouted, "Mr. Noah."

Noah swung his head fast. "What's wrong?"

The manager panted, barely breathing. It was so visible he was running. "There's a bomb in the hotel!"