It was One Night Only

® It Was One Night Only.

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I feel kisses on my face and all the way down to my neck. I knew that it was Noah doing that.

“Wake up sweets,” he said finally calling me that nickname I missed now. “I know you are awake,” he says obviously after seeing my eyes twitch.

“Good morning” I mumble and turn to face him in bed and immediately his lips are on mine. “Noah” I mumble on his lips.

“Good morning,” he said smiling as if he just close a billionaire dollar deal.

I snuggle closer to him. “Aren’t you going to be late for work?” I ask him as his arms wrap around me.

“I’m not going to work today,” he said drawing small circles on my arms.

“Why?” I ask him as he continues with his art on my hand.

“Because I want to spend the day with my beautiful wife,” he said and I was jelly.

“Hmm” I hum and he smiles softly.

“What do you want to do first?” he asks and I smile.

“We could just lay here talking to each other,” I say and he shakes his head.

“How about we take a shower and we go out for breakfast” he suggests.

“Together?” I ask and I’m sure as hell that my face has just tinted a dark shade of red.

“Yeah,” he said resting his head on my hair. “Come on,” he said and I agreed and followed him there.

After showering we go downstairs actually he carries me downstairs and to the kitchen. He stops in track when he sees his mom and Nichole standing there. They were preparing a freaking breakfast.

“Honey I know you have a hard time letting her go but-” Mrs. Lorraine stopped her sentence halfway when she saw me in Noah’s arms. “What are you doing here?” she barked asking with so much rage.Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

Nichole looked at me with an expression I could not understand. She looked like she could throw a knife at me any second.

“What are you doing here?” Noah asked his mom and she just let out a sort of wicked chuckle.

“We are here to make you breakfast,” his mom said.

“Well you can pack up and leave,” he said in a very arrogant tone.

“Noah” Nichole started but he stopped her with his hand.

“I know you gave my wife the drink on purpose. You killed my child and you think you can come in here and make breakfast for me?” he asked with rage in his voice.

“I didn’t do that,” Nichole said faking innocence.

“I don’t care whatever you say. I know Rachael can’t lie to me. You knew she was weak and that drink contained a substance she should not take yet you gave it to her. You killed my child” he said and I could feel the rise and fall of his chest. He still refused to put me down.

“Noah you need to understand that-” Noah’s mom started but was cut off by him.

“Were you on with her on this?” he barked like a charged bull.

“I can never do such a thing,” she said and Noah frowned.

“I don’t care what you say” he began. “Pack up the food which you prepared and have someone eat it. Maybe the guard dog because from now on I will only have food prepared by my wife” he said looking at me with his eyes twinkling.

“Noah, she is supposed to be long gone” his mom started again. “I told you to divorce her and marry Nichole” she ranted.

“Mom get out,” he said slowly the shock on her face. “When you are ready to accept your mistakes then come back,” he said not bothering to see what her reaction was because he was looking at me.

“Mom don’t make me have you escorted out,” he said in a final tone. She turned and started packing all the food into a tray of nylon. When she was done she turned to Noah and said.

“Don’t come running to me in case of anything” she sneered at us before storming out.

Noah finally dropped me down before making me look at him.

“I’m too sorry and I will make sure you don’t have to see that again,” he said and I nodded. “I will tell Ben to change the locks,” he said and I nodded again.

I touch his chest lightly. “So what will my lovely husband like to eat?” I asked him and he pretended as if he was in deep thoughts.

“Some pancakes,” he said and I smiled. Bringing out the pancake mix I had pre-made.

“You can go wait I will get this done,” I say adding some eggs and liquid milk to the mix.

“But I want to watch you cook” he whined like a baby.

“You can if I won’t bore you,” I say and he smirks.

“Oh don’t worry I’m not bored at all,” he said and then I discovered that he was looking at my butt. It made my face warm and then the next thing I knew he was too close breathing on my neck.

“I’m hungry,” he said.

“I’m cooking,” I said and he laughed.

“I’m hungry for something else,” he said kissing my neck and my shoulder blades.

“Noah,” I said in a chastising tone that made him back off.

“I will allow you to cook because you seem to be hungry,” he said before walking out of the kitchen. He was probably going to find Ben and tell him to change the locks.

“Noah” I yelled when the pancakes were ready.

“Sweets you need to get a nickname for me,” he said strolling into the kitchen.

“Like what?” I ask as I take out his favorite chocolate syrup.

“Something romantic, ” he said taking a seat by the kitchen island.

“Here you go,” I say placing a plate before him.

“Are you going to eat on a separate plate?” he asked and I nodded. “No way. You have to eat what I feed you” he said and then pulled me to himself and started feeding me occasionally smearing my mouth with syrup so he could use his tongue and mouth to wipe it off