As soon as he noticed my presence, his arms fell to his sides and he stepped away from the woman. She looked up at him and followed his gaze. I felt as though a patronizing spear had shot right through my chest when she turned around.

She was stunning.

Brunette curls fell buoyantly over her shoulders with highlights that shimmered in the light, like a golden waterfall of caramel, her skin was fair but had a slight tan and her complexion was perfectly clear. She was wearing a black cocktail dress that accentuated all of her curves with a suit jacket and nude heels that matched her small designer bag. Her height and hourglass figure gave her the perfect frame for a runway model.

I noticed that she actually looked in her late twenties - maybe Zach liked older women?

I mentally shuddered.

Even though she oozed natural confidence, she didn't seem arrogant as she smiled at me. Her warm expression was mirrored in her eyes. This confused me - I had automatically assumed that most people who were good looking were conceited by default.

A frown crept its way over my features at my shallow thought.

The room was silent for a moment.

I had absolutely, no idea what to do.

Fight or flight.

Stay to watch him explain who this person was and probably hate myself even more in comparison to someone so beautiful or leave to spare myself the details of their obviously cosy relationship?

In the midst of my thoughts the woman made her way towards me. She walked with such poise that I felt like she was like a goddess and I was Quasimodo.

She held out a flawlessly manicured hand and I reluctantly took it.

"You're Louise right?" she asked brightly as she shook my hand.

"Actually it's Lou." I responded quietly.

"Right." she laughed softly which made me feel more inferior - even her laugh was harmonious. "I've heard a lot about you."

I filled with hope at that point. He had been talking about me?

"I just informed her about your ankle." Zach explained nonchalantly as he strode over.

As quick as that the hope I had felt transformed into lead that fell heavily into my gut. Looking at them stood together, I realised just how much of a good couple they were and it crushed me. I just wanted to leave immediately and be alone to wallow in self pity.

"Ignore him." she rolled her eyes before introducing herself. "I'm Scarlett, I'm his-"

Girlfriend? Fiancée? Wife?

Her introduction was unnecessary. I forced a smile anyway as I interrupted her.

"Nice to meet you." I lied.

It wasn't nice to meet her at all.

"I would say I've heard a lot about you too, but frankly, I haven't." I told her, attempting to keep the bitterness out of my tone as I shot Zach a pointed look. His dark eyes narrowed and his jaw clenched as he glared at me.

"I'm quite busy so if you'll excuse me, I have work to do." I finished, giving them my back and storming out of the room.

Melinda tried to talk to me as I stomped past but I ignored her.

This was it. I didn't even care about my debt anymore. There was no way I was working for him. I would just have to get another job that didn't involve having to be within a two metre radius of that egotistical man the whole time apart from fetching his coffee and photocopies.

I got in the elevator and leaned against the wall. My vision was blurry and my eyes stung as I refused to cry. I took a deep breath to calm myself but as soon as I exhaled my emotional barrier crumbled and I burst into sobs. I was pathetic, sniffling like a baby over him. As the elevator reached the ground floor I quickly wiped my eyes and cleared my throat before stepping out.

"Oh, come on. Pull yourself together you idiot." I scolded myself as I exited the building, gaining strange looks from people who walked past me.

When I got my taxi I was just climbing in when I heard my name being called. Through the glass of the doors to the entrance, I saw Zach stalking towards me. My blood ran cold when I saw how angry he looked.

Not wanting to confront him, I climbed in the taxi and closed the door as I told the driver my address. The car was pulling away just as he rushed out of the building.

"Lou!" he bellowed furiously, his booming voice making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up and a shiver quake through my body.

I had to force myself to look away from his inflamed gaze but it was still burned into my mind as I focused on the view out of the window. What right did he have to be angry? He was the one with the model girlfriend, fiancée, wife, whatever! He was the one who kissed me first! My mind was again filled with the image of him kissing down my neck and I hated the way I secretly relished the memory. Pushing him out of my mind, I huffed with frustration in my seat.

"Do you love him?" the little old man beside me asked as he drove.

Taken aback by the question, I just stared at him dubiously. He glanced at me, his warm blue eyes comforting. I suddenly processed what he had said and almost laughed out loud at the thought. There was no way I loved Zach. I didn't even like him. But when he brought me to the hospital and then kissed me it was such a contradiction to his arrogant businessman side.

"He is an idiot." I grumbled.

The old man chuckled. "Sounds like love to me."

I rolled my eyes and looked out of the window.

"Maybe if you gave him a chance, you could work it out." he suggested.

"Doubt it." I muttered.

He was with Scarlett. There was nothing to work out. We weren't even together or anything.

So why was I upset? I furrowed my brows as I glanced out of the window - it was beginning to rain and I watched the droplets skim rapidly down the glass.

"You'll never know unless you try." he replied.

"I know." I sighed.

Soon after I arrived at my house. I turned to the old man and gave him the money. He smiled and thanked me. I felt a little bit better by then though my eyes were still a bit sore from crying. God, ever since I met him I've become an emotional mess.

When I opened the front door my mum was in the kitchen and the smell of what she was making floated into my nostrils. I kicked off my shoes and strolled in to see her placing a lasagne onto the table. I grinned and sat down.

"Good day at work?" she asked cheerily as she took the seat opposite me.

"It wasn't too bad." I shrugged, eyeing the lasagne as she put it onto my plate.

"I imagine working for Zach would be great. He seems lovely." she told me as I dug my fork into my food.

I scoffed, making her give me a questionable look.

Suddenly, there was a series of knocking.

"Someone is at the door." my mum stated.

"I'll get it." I reluctantly rose from my seat and left my lasagne unaccompanied as I walked through to the hallway.

I had a bad feeling about this.

The second I opened the door the dread disappeared as Noah stood on my doorstep...only he didn't have a friendly smile on his face as usual, his mist coloured eyes were full of worry.

"Lou? What's up? I saw you run out of work and Zach was shouting but when I asked him about it he refused to tell me anything. He's really pissed off. What happened?" he blurted as he grabbed my shoulders.

I shuffled my feet anxiously.

"It doesn't matter anyway." I muttered as I stared at the ground.

"You sure?" he asked.

No.

"Yes." I responded automatically.

Noah gently cupped my face with his hands, making me slightly shiver from their coldness due to the rain. He tipped my face up so I met his gaze and before I could do anything his lips were over mine. I lifted my arms, brushing the blonde strands of hair that curled around the nape of his neck and his arms snaked around my waist as he pulled me closer.

Until I got that sensation again.

The sensation that someone was watching me.

I broke away from Noah and instinctively whipped my gaze towards the source of my discomfort.

Glowering at me with enraged copper eyes, his lips were pulled into a tight thin line and I knew instantly that he was furious. His eyes were burning with anguish and resentment as they flickered between us. Drenched to the bone, his usually flawlessly styles hair fell messily into his face and created the illusion that his umber hair was black. My eyes wandered subconsciously and I marvelled at his soaked form. His shirt had stuck to his skin, outlining the muscles I knew hid beneath it and I had to push myself to close my gaping mouth so I didn't look completely stupid.

"Is someone going to tell me what the fuck is going on?" his low baritone growled.

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DRAMA!

Hope you enjoyed it! I went through and edited it a bit, but there's bound to be some mistakes somewhere so I apologise in advance. This chapter took me a bit longer to write, I didn't know how I wanted to do it but I hope it was good enough.

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