Noah's POV

"Yes, I'm on my way." I hung up as I heard her give a kiss from the other end of the call.

Gross.

"Are we close?"

The car screeched to a halt. I wanted to yell at that stupid cab driver, but it was too loud for me to even hear myself. I blinked a couple of times to make my vision clear and to understand what the hell stood as a barrier between me and my destination. It was some lady arguing with a man and then I noticed a dent on the back of a car, supposedly hers. I clicked my phone's screen to check the time. It was half past midnight.

"Excuse me, but what the hell is going on?" I was so exhausted from the long day and I just wanted to reach the hotel as soon as possible and get some damn sleep.

"I'm sorry sir, I'll go out and check." He sounded frustrated too.

As soon as the driver stepped out of the cab, the lady turned back and sat in her car, still glaring at the man. He signals to me as to apologize and gets in his car.

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"Noah Grey, right? Your name is registered in," the receptionist read from her computer, "room no triple one."

I grabbed the keys and walk to the elevator. After a couple of minutes, I was standing in front of my room. I twisted the handle and stepped in. She was drying her hair with the dryer, her back faced towards me. The dryer was loud, so I assumed she didn't hear me walk in.

Wait, when did she color her hair? Was that what she was about to surprise me with?

They looked beautiful though. Her dryer went off and she starts brushing her hair. I approached her quietly and snaked my arms around her waist. "You've lost weight, haven't you?" I rest my chin on her shoulders.

Damn, she has changed a lot in just a year.

I kiss her shoulder and whisper "I missed you" and then she suddenly screams.

"WHAT THE F*CK???" I yell in astonishment as she hits my balls with her wooden brush.

"WHO ARE YOU?" the lady turns around. It wasn't Skylar. She had beautiful greenish grey eyes that lured me to get lost in them. Her crescent shaped eyebrows inclined slightly as she saw me in startlement.

Damn, you're pretty.

"Excuse me?" she frowned.

Did I say that out loud?

"I'm sorry, I thought you were- wait," and then reality hits me, "You are in my room and your high pitched scream practically deafens me. And you have the audacity-"

"Noah?" I hear a familiar voice and turn around. Skylar stood there with her hands in her pjs pocket, in my tees, Wow.

"You still have the shirt you stole fro-" but I was cut off.

"What are you doing here?" she questioned in a quavering voice.

"Isn't this... our room?" I questioned, doubtfully.

"No...it's not. What in the world are you? Who is this? I saw you in the hotel lobby and the lady clearly said room number triple 1."

I walk out to look at the room number. It said room no.117.

Shit.

"I followed you from the lobby, so don't even try to cover up anything." Skylar yelled in frustration.

"Oh, I thought the seven was one. Just the font." I said hastily.

She took a deep breath as tears started gushing down her cheeks.

"I've seen everything. Just tell me who she is." Skylar looks at the other woman.

I look at her, who was quiet the entire time. She looked guilty, even when she hadn't done anything.

Skylar walks up to her and grabs her nightshirt's collar. "Who the hell are you?"

"Skylar, stop it," I yelled at her and grabbed her wrist to release. "Stop making a scene!!"

"I knew something was up. I had a feeling the moment you started acting different." she put her head in her hands in rage.

I grabbed her arm and walked her out. I've had too much of this woman.

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