Kept But Beloved: Always Been You

Chapter 6 Service Fee

Noah took the wheel while Faith settled in the passenger seat and Anabelle sat in the back.

After giving out her address, Anabelle reclined, feeling the surge of desire electrifying every nerve. She could distinctly catch Noah's unique scent, and despite her reluctance to admit it, all she craved now was wild s*x with him!

Anabelle gritted her teeth, trying to endure, but her legs involuntarily brushed against each other.

Hearing the subtle friction, Faith sensed something and displayed a slightly awkward expression.

Noah glanced at the rearview mirror, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. He understood precisely what Anabelle needed at this moment--a man.

Noah sped up the car. Half an hour later, the car pulled over. Anabelle thanked them and got out.

The lamplight spilled onto her, illuminating her slightly flushed cheeks. Instead of heading home directly, she strolled to the side of driver's seat.

Her tear-streaked eyelashes glistened, enhancing her alluring and sensuous appearance. She then handed Noah a wristwatch and asked, "Is this yours?"

Faith glanced over. She knew it was Noah's favorite watch, but how did it end up with Anabelle?

Anabelle explained, "I found it in the back seat."

Noah squinted, his gaze toward Anabelle resembling a hungry cheetah spotting a delightful rabbit, filled with lust. Anabelle chuckled lightly, satisfied with Noah's gaze.

"Goodbye!"

She walked away carefree, as if she were the one not issuing the subtle invitation.

Lying on the bed, Anabelle finally couldn't hold back her tears.

She wept for her vulnerability and shed tears for Noah's heartlessness!

Noah actually agreed to let that bald man have her!

However it was okay, what so ever between them ended, sparing her from more humiliation.

Just as sleepiness began to take over, Anabelle heard footsteps outside the door.

The next moment, Noah opened the door and entered.

Anabelle furrowed her brows, retreating. "What are you doing here?"

Noah sat down casually. "Just here to chat with you. You got a problem?"

"Chat with your ex in the middle of the night?"

"Not ex, but someone with benefits," Noah blurted out. "I know you need me right now."

He noticed her discomfort.

Anabelle did need him, but she wouldn't allow herself to succumb again to what Noah was offering.

"Please leave," she insisted.

Noah sneered, "So you can fill someone else in, huh?"

"Can't I? We're done, remember? So it's none of your business!"

Noah approached, unceremoniously pulling her into his embrace.

"Indeed, we're done. So, why did you bring that woman to me? If you're not afraid of me, why attempt to get rid of me? Or you wish something could happen to us?"

Anabelle was shocked. She struggled in his embrace. "I was with you only because of your coercion. I would never love you! But you, why can't you let go of me? Are you seriously in love with me, or what?"

Noah's expression turned icy.

"Anabelle Blair... you're clearly speaking recklessly under the influence of alcohol. I didn't know alcohol could make you so fearless."

Anabelle felt the pain of his tight grip. Her eyes were teary as she pleaded, "Let go of me!"

Those tear-filled eyes... so captivating and seductive.

Noah had been restraining his desires but now he couldn't hold back anymore.

And Anabelle ceased her struggle.

She was uncomfortable and she did need a man.

Noah's hand smoothly traced up Anabelle's waist, deftly undoing her lingerie.

With a gentle tug, he pulled her closer to him.

In an instant, they became one.

"Umm..." Anabelle couldn't help but moan. The woman might have a strong will, but her body was already tamed by Noah. Now she was completely powerless.

Noah chuckled. "Sounds like you're enjoying it, Ms. Please-leave?"

He lightly pecked Anabelle's ear, extremely lightly, yet his breath revealed Noah's intense craving.

Anabelle buried her head on Noah's chest, her words a hushed plea. "Please..."

"I love how you get after a few drinks, all lively and forward!" Noah grinned, giving a slight lift with his hands, hoisting Anabelle off the ground.

"Since you said please, don't beg me to stop later."

Late at night when everything was over, Noah finally believed he had done enough to "please" Anabelle.

Gently, he turned her around. His attire remained sophisticated, the only hint of impropriety being his loosely fastened pants zipper.

In contrast, Anabelle was a vision of disarray.

Her spaghetti strap dress had slipped delicately up to her waist, and trails of their intimacy adorned the curves of her thighs.

Overwhelmed by a mix of emotions, Anabelle found herself unable to stem the flow of tears.

With the tender graze of his thumb, Noah wiped away her teardrops and asked, "Did I hurt you? I hope I did."

Anabelle's heart throbbed with both agony and a sense of betrayal, rendering her speechless amid her tears. Noah, maintaining his calm demeanor, spoke softly, "I warned you to comply, but you just wouldn't listen."

Anabelle's attempt to get him another woman did not sit well with him. The rebellious girl needed to learn her lesson.

Anabelle reclined on the bed, her eyes gently shut. The subtle symphony of fabric caressing Noah's muscles played in the background as he prepared to leave.

Before he left, she asserted, "Remember what you promised me. Our chapter is closed now, and I hope you won't seek me out again."

Feeling the need for a cutting retort, she shakily rose from the bed, retrieved $200 from her purse, and tossed it at Noah's face.

"Thank you for your services!"

The words left Noah in contemplative silence for a long minute.