9| Good Fucking Morning

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"Girl, where did you sneak off to last night?" Arya asked as she sipped her iced coffee, "Or should I say who did you sneak off to last night?" she corrected with an insinuating smirk.

I forced a tight smile, knowing I definitely snuck off with someone—who happened to fucking edge me.

And trust that I knew better than to go fuck someone else, knowing Noa she'd find out and inflict an even worse punishment on me.

Which sadly left me with the option to take the coldest shower possible before forcing myself to go to sleep.

I swear I'm a ticking time bomb, I mean any attractive woman could glance my way and I'd explode.

I fucking hate Noa—and at this point, that's become such an often thought that it's like a daily habit to me.

Like some sort of fucking affirmation.

"No one, I just got tired so I headed back to my room," I replied to Arya, lazily taking a sip of my water as everyone dug into their breakfast dishes around me.

Everyone but Noa.

I mean, where the fuck is she?

"Lundy," I heard my brother's familiar voice interject my thoughts as he sat down in front of Arya and me.

I forced a smile, realizing that for once, I'm so not in the mood to annoy people or be annoyed.

"Good fucking morning," I said sarcastically as I swallowed my water.

Vincent smiled slightly, taking in my face completely, "Someone seems irritated—did you fall out of bed in the middle of the night again?" he asked, clearly fucking with me about the time I had actually fallen out of bed... on numerous occasions.

I forced my tight smile to grow, hoping to push away my irritation, "No," I said, knowing that what Noa pulled yesterday seemed entirely worse.

I furrowed my brows at Vincent's sudden silence, realizing he was looking over at Arya—who had her lips pursed into a small smile that she seemed to be fighting.

Don't tell me they're—

"Ms. Spade, there's a car waiting for you," One of the men in the black suits suddenly informed me as he visibly listened in on his earpiece.

My brows furrowed along with Vincent's and Arya's.

"My sister isn't going anywhere, especially if I don't know where," Vincent said, suddenly standing from his chair with a serious look.

The man in the suit blinked a few times, knowing to tread carefully due to Vincent's high position, "It's orders from the boss—something about Ms. Spade requesting a new wardrobe... for this season?" he said, clearly confused by the slightest bit of fashion talk.

I smiled happily, "Oh yeah, I'm good to go, Vince," I assured him as I stood from my chair.

I seriously couldn't wait to refresh my wardrobe—this will definitely make up for being edged.

I mean fashion was like sex talk to me.

Vincent gave me a hesitant look as he slowly sat back down in his seat, "Fine, but I want max security detail on her."

The man in the suit nodded once, "Boss already has it covered," he assured him, which earned a nod of confirmation from my brother.

I felt my smile grow, leaning down to give Arya a brief hug, "See you guys soon," I said, turning on my heel as Vincent gave me a dramatically offended look.

"Um, you've never hugged me goodbye before!" he called out as I exited the dining hall, which easily earned a few laughs from me.

Suddenly, I was in an excellent mood.

Ugh, I couldn't wait to browse all the stores.

I hope I can get my hands on a few vintage Chanel pieces.

I practically skipped out toward the front of the estate—feeling lucky that I had already gotten dressed for the day when I woke up.

I was wearing a red bralette and matching red loose pants with my hair in two separate braids while I wore light makeup on my face.

I smiled to myself as the warm New Orleans sun fanned down on me, walking toward the matte black G-Wagon, which seemed to have identical ones already parked in front of it and behind it.

The man in the suit standing by the running SUV, pulled open the passenger door, easily making my brows furrow.

Normally, I'd be instructed to the backseat.

However, upon sliding into the air-conditioned car, and noticing Noa seated in the driver's seat, everything clicked.

"Hi baby," she greeted me with an amused smile. 

I felt my mood totally flip, being reminded of how she edged me yesterday, and now I'd have to endure a day of shopping with her.

I sunk into the leather seat, buckling my seatbelt as I took in the fact that we were coincidentally matching.

I mean not fully—Noa was only wearing a red silk Gucci shirt which was tied up in the middle with loose silk tan pants.

Her light brown hair remained down and practically shining while her face was coated in a light amount of makeup, highlighting her best features.

"Hi," I gritted out as I remained staring forward.

Noa's dark eyes remained on me, and I could feel the amusement seeping off of her, "Don't tell me your still mad, angel," she said, her tone as warm as ever.

She had actually never been so nice before.

"Wait, me? Mad?" I sarcastically asked as Noa put the car into drive, following behind the identical G-Wagon in front of us. "I'm clearly walking on fucking sunshine."

Noa chuckled to herself as the car in front of us stopped at the end of the driveway, waiting for the go-ahead from security to exit the premises fully.

I unconsciously turned to Noa when her hand reached out for one of my braids, "Cute," she said, eyeing my braided hair before moving her hand to rest on the back of my neck.

I clenched my jaw when shivers ran through my body from not only her compliment but also from her warm hand holding the back of my neck as she finally maneuvered the car past security.

I feel so fucking sensitive to everything—I never, and I mean never, thought I would feel this sexually needy.

And now for the entirety of the drive, all I would be able to focus on is Noa's hand.

Which she of course used her thumb to graze the skin of my neck, practically sending my thoughts into overdrive during the entire car ride.

She's definitely doing this on purpose.

"Where to first?" Noa asked, lazily chewing on the mint gum in her mouth as we exited the parking garage into the large mall.

The security detail waited at all edges of the perimeter while others waited by the car, leaving Noa and me alone.

Then again, it's not like I personally needed security in general, especially with my training.

And Noa... well, she's more trained than me.

I gave Noa a narrowed look, "Anywhere without you," I deadpanned, knowing that I simply couldn't take her presence anymore.

Noa smirked, "You don't mean that—" she suddenly snaked her arm around my waist, easily sending shivers down my spine, "—See," she pointed out my clear reaction.

I let out an irritated sigh, hating that she made a point.

"Just be quiet for once—I can't focus when you talk so much," I gritted, navigating toward the Chanel store.

Noa's smirk seemingly only grew as we entered the polished store, getting greeted by multiple staff members as I directed toward the display that caught my attention first.

However, my attention soon deflected back to Noa when she subtly slid her hand from my upper waist and into the side of my baggy pants, allowing her fingers to brush the skin of my upper hip.

"Noa," I practically growled—far past her antics.

Noa's smirk grew, "Yes angel?" she asked innocently, clearly entertained by my reaction.

I knew I needed to fight fire with fire—and right fucking now.

I swiveled on my heel, spinning around and out of her hold as I navigated toward the one section that I knew would light a fire under Noa.

The lingerie section.

"Oh this set is cute," I said, gently grazing my hand over the black lingerie hanging delicately on the hanger. "Right, baby?" I asked, peering over my shoulder at Noa, whose jaw seemed to tighten ever so slightly.

Got you.

Noa nodded once, "I like it," she said before her eyes lingered over to me—and it was clear that she was imagining me in the lacy one piece.

I smiled happily, taking the hanger with the lingerie on it and sliding it into my shopping basket before turning on my heel.

As I walked past Noa, I pressed a brief chaste kiss to her cheek, easily making her stiffen, "Thank you for accompanying me," I said, forcing my voice to remain soft and innocent.

Noa ran her tongue over the inside of her cheek, easily earning a sigh of contentment from me as I went off in search of other clothing pieces.

I just love making her squirm.

Soon my basket was filled with numerous items, and I was being led toward the dressing rooms by one of the nice workers.

And even though I had so many beautiful choices to choose from, I knew which one I wanted to try on first.

The lacy black lingerie.