Trapped by His Touch

His Anger

Sophie heard Noah’s request and immediately let out a flirty, slutty laugh, getting all worked up—she hadn’t expected Noah to be into such weird games, but damn, it was kind of fun.

Without a second thought, Sophie went all out, moaning high and low, panting hard, doing her damnedest to seduce the man in front of her, her voice dripping with sultry charm.

“Oh, Daddy Noah, f**k me to death, f**k this dirty little slut to death!”

But listening to her sweet, teasing moans, Noah’s face didn’t show a single trace of lust.

“That woman Ava, doesn’t she want to play the generous wife? Doesn’t she act like nothing fazes her? Well, let’s see just how much she can really not give a f**k about!”

Noah couldn’t help but think, already imagining Ava’s pained, jealous expression.

Outside the door.

Ava heard the woman’s sultry cries from inside, and her cheeks couldn’t help but flush a little.

Was Noah making her stand at the door just to hear them f**k?

This pop diva, all high and mighty in public, had such a seductive, downright slutty moan—calling out s**t so filthy that even Ava, a woman herself, could barely stand it.

Noah, what a lucky bastard!

After who knows how long, just as Ava was starting to go numb from listening,

the door suddenly swung open.

Noah stood there in a loose bathrobe, giving Ava a smirk that wasn’t quite a smile.

“Noah, your maid’s so obedient—she’s really been standing here the whole damn time,” Sophie purred, bonelessly leaning into Noah.

Noah casually slid an arm around her waist, but his eyes stayed locked on Ava.

Her expression was as submissive as ever, her deep, still eyes not showing a ripple of emotion.

Noah suddenly felt a wave of despair.

This woman—she really didn’t give a s**t about him.

Because she didn’t care, she didn’t mind how many girlfriends he had, didn’t care who he brought home, hell, if his mom hadn’t forced her, she wouldn’t even care if he came back at all!

That kind of indifference chilled him to the bone.

Even after a year of marriage, her heart had always, from start to finish, belonged to that Ethan.

To her, he, her husband, was f*****g nothing!

Thinking this, Noah’s hand on Sophie’s waist tightened hard without him even realizing it.

Sophie winced but didn’t dare make a sound, just shot Noah a confused glance.

“Baby,” Noah looked at her, a faint curve tugging at his lips, “you worked so hard just now. My maid here’s got a decent massage game—how about she gives you a rubdown?”

“Sure, whatever you say,” Sophie flashed a sweet smile.

“I…” Ava’s head snapped up.

Noah—was he seriously going to treat her like a maid now?

At the end of the day, she was his wife!

She could be big enough to ignore his private life, but she wasn’t so low she’d serve his f*****g mistress!

“Not willing?” Noah smirked at her, a flicker of burning anger lurking in his eyes.

Ava clenched her fists tight, then let them go, forcing a calm smile. “It’s my honor to serve Miss Reynolds.”

“Good,” Noah sneered coldly.

Sophie sprawled out on the couch, baring her smooth back.

Ava’s hands started gently kneading her back.

“Too light—I can’t even feel it,” Sophie said lazily.

Ava pressed harder.

“So heavy—you trying to kill me or what?” Sophie yelped all of a sudden.

“Sor… sorry,” Ava quickly eased up.

Sophie shot her an annoyed glare before cooing at Noah, “Noah, your maid’s massage skills kinda suck. Next time, I’ll hook you up with some real pros.”

Noah looked up at Ava. “Hear that? She says you’re s**t at this. Keep going—don’t stop. If Miss Reynolds isn’t satisfied for even a second, you don’t stop for a second.”

“…Yes,” Ava gritted her teeth, her movements getting even more cautious.

Sophie giggled, “Noah, isn’t this a bit much for your maid?”

“No big deal. If it makes you even a little more comfortable, she’s done her job,” Noah raised an eyebrow.

“You’re so good to me,” Sophie gazed at him, all touched.

Earlier, Noah hadn’t touched her—just made her put on a solo show—and Sophie had thought he wasn’t happy with her.

Now it seemed like Noah still adored her.

“Of course, you’re my sweet little baby.”

“Ugh, stop it.”

The two of them went back and forth, chatting up a storm.

Ava kept her head down, hands mechanically working away.

Ten minutes, half an hour, a full hour.

After an hour of rubbing, her fingers were so sore she couldn’t even feel them anymore.

Sophie didn’t call it quits, so she didn’t dare stop.

Even though her fingers were numb and useless, she clenched her jaw and kept going, stroke after stroke.

Noah kept talking to Sophie, but his eyes never left Ava.

Watching her take it all in stride pissed him off for no damn reason.

This woman—did she have to be so stubborn?

Couldn’t she even open her mouth to beg for a break?

Seeing the sweat beading on Ava’s forehead, Noah started to feel a twinge of regret.

He’d just been mad at her indifference, wanting to give her a little punishment, but now, watching her struggle, he felt bad.

But he’d already said it—couldn’t take it back now.

This damn Sophie—how long was she gonna keep this up without stopping?

And Ava!

Why the hell was she so obedient?

Sophie didn’t stop, so she really wouldn’t stop?

Her fingers had lost all feeling, and Ava kept moving numbly. Suddenly, her hand slipped, and her nail scratched across Sophie’s back.

“Ah!” Sophie shrieked right away.

“Sor—sorry…” Ava stammered, flustered.

*Slap!*

Ava’s head jerked to the side.

Sophie had just slapped her without a second thought.

Noah froze, then grabbed Sophie’s hand, his gem-like eyes flashing with golden fury. “What the f**k are you doing?”

His grip was rough—Sophie winced but didn’t dare cry out!

She’d never seen Noah this terrifying before.

The way he looked at her was like a predator ready to rip her apart.

Why?

Why was he so pissed?

Sophie’s mind raced. Could it be—just because she’d slapped that woman?

She was just a maid!

Sophie steadied herself, putting on a weak look. “Noah, I—my back got scratched by her nail. You know I’ve got that ad shoot tomorrow, and it’s backless. If it leaves a mark, I… how am I supposed to film? I just panicked…”

“Panicked, huh?” Noah turned to Ava.

She was still in the same pose, not moving an inch.

A weird feeling churned in Noah’s chest.

He glared at Sophie coldly. “If that’s the case, then skip tomorrow’s shoot. No need to panic anymore.”

“What?” Sophie looked up, shock flashing in her eyes.

Skip the shoot?

That ad—she’d fought tooth and nail to land it.

“Noah, I…” Sophie was quick to adapt, scrambling to say, “I know I f****d up—this ad…”

“You can go,” Noah cut her off, his face icy, no room for bullshit.

“I…” Sophie wasn’t ready to give up.

She couldn’t figure out what she’d done to deserve this.

“Want me to say it twice?” Noah’s eyes glinted with danger.

Sophie bit her lip, didn’t dare say more, grabbed her bag, and bolted.

Noah looked at Ava, his expression a mess, then walked over. “You… does it hurt?”

Ava shook her head, staring at him blankly. “You… why…”

Like Sophie, she couldn’t figure out why Noah had just lost his s**t.

For her?

Ava wasn’t that full of herself.

Seeing through her confusion, Noah sneered. “What? You think I flipped out for you?”

“I didn’t think that,” Ava said, perfectly calm.

Noah’s chest tightened, but his words got colder. “Good, because you shouldn’t. The worst thing a woman can do is get full of herself. I only punished that b***h Sophie because she crossed a line!

You’re still my wife, the lady of the Campbell house. She doesn’t have the f*****g right to hit you whenever she feels like it! So I was defending the Campbell family’s dignity and reputation—not you, got it?”

“Got it,” Ava nodded obediently.

But in her head, she couldn’t help but scoff—when she was massaging Sophie earlier, why didn’t he defend the Campbell family’s dignity and reputation then?

Still, Noah was a hard guy to figure out. Better not ask questions and risk pissing him off.

Her meek agreement just made Noah’s anger burn hotter.

He took a few deep breaths.

He’d been right to stay away from home before—he’d lose years off his life otherwise.

Noah snorted. “Too lazy to waste more words on you. It’s late—sleep!”

“Okay,” Ava replied quick. “Noah, you take the master bedroom. I’ll go to the guest room.”

“Guest room?” Noah grabbed her arm, smirking darkly. “We’re husband and wife—no need to sleep apart, right? You were pretty eager before. What’s with the chaste act now? Bit late for that, don’t you think?”

“I…” Ava bit her lip, then lowered her head. “I get it.”

She gave in, just like he’d expected.

But Noah regretted it almost instantly.

This woman curled up at the edge of the bed like a damn kitten. In the moonlight, her face was—f**k—way too pretty.

Ava was obviously nervous—her chest kept rising and falling, her breathing shaky.

Noah figured if he wanted her, she wouldn’t say no.

But the second he remembered how hard he’d f****d her before and she’d still called out someone else’s name, all his desire went out the window.

He’d wanted this woman for so damn long—long enough he could hardly believe it himself.

But knowing her heart was still hung up on another guy?

Noah’s pride made it hurt like hell.

Late at night, Ava must’ve been exhausted—despite her nerves, she drifted off.

Noah turned to look at her, his gaze a tangled mess.

He reached out, wanting to touch her face.

Suddenly, Ava let out a soft whimper, and Noah yanked his hand back fast.

He didn’t like losing at love.

He loved her, but she loved someone else.

If that was the case, his love for her would stay a f*****g secret forever.

Ava, you don’t love me, but I’m not letting you go either.

Us tormenting each other like this—it’s fine by me.

The next day.

Victory Construction Company.

Ava had just sat down in her office when a massive bouquet of flowers appeared in front of her.

“Whoa!” The office erupted in cheers and teasing.

Before Ava could react, a handsome face popped out from behind the flowers.

It was Richard, a coworker.

“Ava, I like you. Will you be my girlfriend?” Richard looked at her, all heartfelt and s**t.

This… was this a confession?

Ava was stunned.

This… this was the first time someone had confessed to her!

With Ethan back then, she’d been the one chasing him.

And with Noah, well, forget about it.

In that moment, hearing a simple “I like you,” Ava actually felt kinda touched.

Too bad she still had to turn him down.

Ava smiled. “Sorry, I’ve told you—I’m married.”

“Ava, you think I’d buy that excuse?” Richard grinned, full of confidence. “If you’re really married, why don’t you ever wear a ring?”

“Because I’m not used to wearing one.”

“Fine, let’s say that explains it. But you’ve been working here over a year—why’s your husband never shown up? Even those company trips where you can bring family, he’s never there?” Richard was clearly prepared.

“He… he’s kinda shy, doesn’t like meeting people,” Ava made up on the spot.

Richard laughed. “Ava, you don’t need to keep making excuses. Even if you do have a husband, I swear I’d love you more than he does! Marriage doesn’t mean you can’t divorce. I hope you’ll think about me seriously!”

Richard figured Ava’s so-called husband was bullshit.

Since that was the case, he was good-looking, had a solid job—his odds of winning Ava over should be pretty damn high.

“Sorry, I really…” Ava was about to turn him down again when her eyes narrowed, and the rest of her words got stuck in her throat.

Ava suddenly went quiet, and Richard grinned. “Ava, can’t think of a reason to say no, huh? Why don’t you just…”

“You guys are sure lively this early,” a voice cold as ice cut in.

Richard froze, turned around, and saw Noah Campbell standing there, face blank as hell.

“What’re you talking about? Let me hear it too,” Noah said.

Richard didn’t think chasing Ava was anything to hide, so he smiled and said, “President Campbell, I’m trying to win Ava over. She says she’s married, but she’s been here over a year and her husband’s never shown his face. Far as I’m concerned, either he doesn’t exist, or he’s a f*****g coward. President Campbell, help me talk some sense into Ava…”

Richard didn’t notice Noah’s face getting darker by the second, still yapping away happily.

Ava couldn’t take it anymore and tugged at Richard.

“Ava, why’re you pulling me? You about to say yes?” Richard looked at her, thrilled.