Noah's POV
I snort loudly in derisive amusement at her words, leaning back in the chair and stretching my legs out underneath the desk because like hell am I going to disrespect Mr Perell’s space by putting my feet on his desk, this is like stepping into a damn shrine, I feel wrong just being in here.
‘What? I’m serious’ Eden huffs, making me chuckle as my body relaxes, listening to the familiar sound of my best friend's voice as she grumbles under her breath about me and her asshole fiancé being the banes of her life.
‘I’m sorry, beautiful, but we do NOT have anything in common, we are so far from being similar you might as well put us on different Continents . . . and I wouldn't moan about sending him away’ I add without malice. Despite my differences with her soon to be husband, I do
