Startled at the voice from behind her, Rachel turned around only to find a tall, lean yet muscularly suited man in navy blue, holding a glass of champagne, his blonde hair puffed sideways while his blue eyes matching the color of clothes. His features seemed too familiar for Rachel to go unnoticed.
He was looking at Rachel with amusement, as if motivating her to recognize him.
After a moment of ponder, it hit Rachel as she gasped with wide eyes.
“Noah?” she asked, looking at him up and down. His features were still just as devilishly handsome as before.
“Yes, finally!” he chimed with laughter, throwing a handsome smile her way but deep inside all she felt was utter disgust.
Of course back that night when he tried r****g her with his friends, she was saved but Noah belonged to a tycoo
