Chapter 3 A Gift From Anabelle
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Anabelle had never harbored intentions of getting Nathan back. However, Noah's words stirred memories of their initial encounter three years ago.
It seemed as if his approach to Anabelle had been deliberate from the outset, as though he had ulterior motives. While Nathan appeared to be his target, she found herself entangled in the web of his schemes. But these were mere conjectures on Anabelle's part.
In a nonchalant fashion, Noah released a wisp of smoke, his silhouette obscured by the dim glow of the lights. "Don't inquire about my motives. Just be a good girl. For if you fail to comply, I shudder to think what repercussions your father might endure."
It was a veiled warning.
Noah chuckled lightly. "Be good, and no harm shall befall you." With those words, he departed, leaving Anabelle in a state of contemplation. It appeared imperative for her to expedite her escape from Noah, fostering an environment where she could patiently await her father's release and the redemption of his unjust fate.
Contemplating her course of action, Anabelle stepped outside, determined to prepare a "gift" for Noah.
Within the Dnight Club, Anabelle concealed her eyes behind sunglasses and occupied a secluded box. With her chin slightly raised, she scrutinized the women before her.
Having surveyed numerous candidates, only one seemed to fit the criteria, possessing a physique akin to hers. Noah's penchant for her figure influenced Anabelle's decision to select a surrogate. Men, she reasoned, were often drawn to novelty. By presenting Noah with a new diversion, she might be set free.
Anabelle carefully relayed instructions to the chosen woman, producing a mask with a grave demeanor.
"Remember, sweetie. Do not unveil it until he has entered you."
The woman nodded in acknowledgment. With a trace of caution in her voice, Anabelle inquired, "Have you truly understood the gravity of this?"
The woman, self-assured, responded, "Of course, I am quite skilled in matters of intimacy."
Anabelle's apprehensions lingered, but upon reflection, Noah's disdain for her insipid and monotonous demeanor suggested that this calculated move might be the key to erasing her from his thoughts. With this realization, Anabelle entrusted the woman with a considerable sum of money.
In the quietude of the Dnight Club, Noah indulged in the solace of alcohol in his box. Abruptly, a knock reverberated through the door of his private enclave. The proprietor, with an air of deference, entered, accompanied by a woman draped in the elegance of a black spaghetti strap dress.
"Sir, you've received a gift," he declared.
Noah's gaze fell upon the woman. Backlit, her alluring silhouette bathed in a gentle halo, a visage he recognized all too well.
Anabelle? Here, in a place of such ilk?
Noah couldn't suppress a quizzical arch of his brow.
Wordless, Noah's stoicism conveyed acquiescence, prompting the proprietor to usher the woman closer. As she approached, he observed her countenance concealed behind a black mask. Though glimpses of her adorned eyes were discernible, Noah's attentiveness diverted southward, beneath the curvature of her collarbone.
A meticulously chosen dress, intentionally petite, accentuated the familiar mole that ignited a cascade of emotions within Noah.
The unexpected audacity of Anabelle's revelation left him savoring the moment. A smirking invitation lingered on his lips.
"Come closer."
With practiced finesse, the woman gracefully seated herself upon Noah's lap. An intoxicating fragrance, distinct from her customary aura, wafted through the air. Noah's eyes narrowed, kindling with a latent desire.
"So compliant? Is there something you seek from me?" he inquired.
Following Anabelle's explicit instructions, the woman didn't say a word. Instead, her hand slowly slipped under Noah's shirt, tracing circles.
Noah unexpectedly enjoyed it; after all, Anabelle had never done this before in bed. Most of the time, she was more like a little bunny letting Noah have his way.
The woman's hand moved upwards, gently exploring his abs and then suddenly pressed down on the cherry on Noah's right side.
"Uh..."
Noah couldn't help but let out a moan, his breathing gradually turning heavy, indicating the burning desire beneath his cold facade!
Looking down, the woman saw the huge bump hidden under the man's pants.
She smirked at the man's reaction, her gaze becoming more seductive. With one leg lifted, she straddled over the eagerly waiting bulge, separated only by her thin underwear, and sat down slowly but firmly.
The next moment, she started moving back and forth.
When her tenderness met his hard rock, Noah felt incredibly comfortable, instinctively moving in sync with the woman pressed against him, and started the instinctive rhythm in his genes.
The woman swiftly unbuttoned Noah's shirt, and within seconds, his muscular chest was exposed in the air.
With just one look, the woman whistled in admiration. Hearing this, Noah cracked a smile at the woman's fascination with his body.
He knew that Anabelle's previous behavior in bed was just pretending! She was clearly obsessed with him!
With this realization, any lingering doubts in Noah's mind vanished completely, and even his usual subtle smile widened.
As he did, the gloom on his face receded, replaced by raw lust between his brows.
Completely entranced by the man in front of her, the woman's movements were going bold. Pressing her boobs against his chest, arms around his neck, she whispered hot air towards his ear.
"If you had started like this earlier, I wouldn't have been so angry. Things could be simpler, but you always make them complicated, Anabelle."
Noah gently placed his hand on the woman's waist and let out a soft sigh, his words filled with tenderness.
Hearing Noah's voice, the woman paused for only a second and then slowly distanced herself from him. Suddenly, she took one of his cherries into her mouth.
Noah didn't know Anabelle could be this bold, but deep down, he was pleased. He liked how unrestrained she had been!
Unable to contain his desire any longer, Noah raised his hand and pulled her tightly in his arms.
But the woman resisted, trying to slide down, her hands at the edge of his pants.
Without hesitation, the woman pulled it all down, revealing his large member which jerked slightly. With a drop of liquid hanging from its tip, it finally stopped near the woman's cheek.
Looking up, she saw Noah lost in pleasure, his eyes half-closed, hands resting on his thighs.
She knew she had succeeded so she grew bolder, taking his hand and placing it on the back of her head. Then she lowered her head towards the object of her desire, sticking out her tongue.
Noah immediately opened his eyes at the unfamiliar touch of her head, a sudden thought crossing his mind!
"Stop! Remove your mask!"
His sudden change was palpable, his voice no longer filled with lust but chillingly coldness!
The woman in front of him was even embarrassed. Her red lips parted, tongue almost touching his member, but were abruptly halted.
Slightly stiffened, just as the woman didn't know what to do, her mask was suddenly ripped off her face!
Hah! A vulgar face! A hooker from the club! Just as he suspected, she was not Anabelle after all!
Good for you, Anabelle! You've got balls!
Noah's eyes, ablaze with an icy disdain, glided over her countenance, his words cutting through the air.
"Who sent you?"
Noah harbored an intuition that Anabelle could never orchestrate such a bold maneuver.
The woman, confronted by the intensity of his presence, found her legs succumbing to weakness.
"A woman with sunglasses--She didn't give me her name... It was just a transactional exchange, compelling me to adopt her semblance. Sir, please!" she pleaded.
Anabelle, a paragon of audacity.
With an air of nonchalance, Noah elevated one leg, reclining in his chair, scrutinizing the woman before him. Anabelle's mastery of cosmetic artistry was evident, transforming another's eyes to mirror hers with uncanny precision.
Quelling the surge of anger within him, Noah dialed Anabelle's number. In moments, she answered, "What's the matter?"
Noah's response was a cold sneer.
On the other end, the woman's trembling whimper reached Anabelle's ears, sending a shiver down her spine.
Refraining from any involvement with the woman, Noah had resorted to a phone call. Clearly, the woman had disrupted Anabelle's meticulous plan.
Silence prevailed, but her breath, pressed against the phone, sold her out. With a tone of indifference, Noah uttered, "Thank you for the gift. I find myself thoroughly satisfied.
Anabelle heard the danger in Noah's tone and knew she was in trouble this time.
In recent days, Anabelle's residence remained untouched by Noah's presence.
When she was thinking what she did has passed, Anabelle was suddenly disrupted by the intrusive blaze of headlights.
A black car gradually glided to a halt in her vicinity.
An impeccably attired gentleman, donned in the somber hues of a black uniform, emerged from the vehicle.
He bestowed upon Anabelle a nod of respect and conveyed, "Ms. Blair, Mr. Evans wishes to see you."
That familiar face was one of Noah's confidants.
Why would Noah want to see her? Could it be that Noah's thoughts have once again veered in her direction? The notion propelled a disquieting tremor through Anabelle's core.
"What is it about?" Anabelle's voice quivered with trepidation.
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