Chapter 6 Because You're Mine
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The sound of my slap echoed, making the group of onlookers start to murmur. "Wow, Carly just slapped Noah!"
"Noah got slapped by a tramp."
"How embarrassing..."
They whistled and jeered non-stop, making Noah even angrier. He looked like a beast ready to rip me apart.
"Forget it, Noah. Don't be so harsh. She liked you once, remember?" Grace said, wrapping her arm around Noah's, pretending to calm him down.
But her words only fueled his anger.
I knew why Noah hated me. It was all because of that love letter I had once written him.
Back in school, his friend had found that letter and read it out loud in the school hallway, word by word, with a mocking tone.
Noah's face darkened. He looked at me with disgust and said, "You're really gross. Stop liking me. I'm going to throw up!"
Laughter surrounded me as my face burned with shame, and I ran away from the crowd like a fool.
Noah never knew that the letter wasn't supposed to be sent. Grace had found it when she was snooping through my things.
She rewrote the letter with explicit s****l content and then placed it in Noah's locker, signing my name on the outside.
Even so, Noah's humiliating revenge lasted for three years.
Wasn't it enough?
Whether I fought back or not, they'd still humiliate me!
Noah stepped forward, grabbing my arm. "How dare you! You little..."
His fist was about to land on my face when a familiar scent of men's cologne filled my senses.
The next second, I was pulled into a warm embrace.
When I looked up, I saw the tall man from earlier—it was Blake. He'd changed into a different suit, and a long black coat draped over him. Compared to Noah and his friends, he was a picture of maturity and refinement.
Blake easily caught Noah's wrist, holding him in place. Noah's face twisted in pain as he tried and failed to break free.
"Isn't it a bit cheap for a man to hit a woman?" Blake asked, towering over Noah, his voice filled with natural authority.
"None of your business!" Noah shot back, glaring at Blake.
Though clearly frightened, he forced himself to act tough. "Do you know who I am? Mind your own business, old man!"
Old man?
Blake's face darkened, but I couldn't help but glance at him. With his sharp, handsome features and mature demeanor, there wasn't a wrinkle in sight.
Apparently, he wasn't an old man at all.
Besides, I noticed Grace's eyes practically glued to Blake.
She was obviously smitten with his good looks.
For some reason, I felt a twinge of irritation. Even if we were just in a contract, Blake was my benefactor, not hers.
"Noah Wright, the youngest son of the Wright family? The one with a half-brother competing with you for the company inheritance?" Blake said, his voice calm yet piercing.
"How do you know about that?!" Noah's face went pale.
I couldn't help but feel a little smug.
"We've met before, Mr. Baxter," Grace interrupted, walking over with a shy smile, all her usual haughty attitude gone.
"Sorry, I don't recall," Blake cut her off coldly, turning to me. "Let's go, Carly."
I could barely contain my laughter at Grace's humiliated expression, her face flushing with embarrassment.
All my bad feelings from before vanished in an instant.
I followed Blake out to the car, where he glanced at me. "You..."
He didn't finish his sentence, but he frowned slightly.
It wasn't until then that I realized my face was still frozen in a smug grin, so I quickly wiped the smile off.
"Thank you," I said sincerely. After all, he had just helped me out of a tough spot.
"Don't get the wrong idea. I only helped because you're mine."
His?
That sounded even more misleading.
But I understood what he meant. It was like he was my boss, so he had to protect me.
Actually, it was more like a mob boss slamming a gun on the table and saying, "Hey, this is my guy. Mess with him, and you mess with me."
I glanced at Blake sitting beside me, his eyes closed, resting. His sharp features, his refined aura—it didn't match the image of someone who'd say something like that.
The next moment, I caught his deep blue eyes looking back at me.
In a panic, I quickly looked away.
That fleeting, guarded gaze reminded me of a certain animal... a wolf.
As this thought popped up in my mind, a shiver ran down my spine.
When I looked back, he wasn't staring at me anymore. I figured it must've been my imagination.
Before long, the car pulled up to Maple Street, where all the high-end apartments were.
I knew I couldn't afford any of them even if I spent my whole life saving every penny.
Blake's apartment was sleek and modern, with black, gold, gray, and white accents making it look high-end but cold.
It felt like no one had ever lived there, like a show model that was just on display.
"I'll give you a key. You can't bring anyone here, and no pets are allowed. I'll leave a room for you to store your things," Blake said, loosening his tie as he spoke.
"That room is for you," he added, pointing to a small room downstairs. "But at night, you'll need to sleep with me. Now, go take a shower."
'Well, whatever the boss says goes,' I sighed inwardly. Then, I went to the small room he'd assigned me. It was indeed tiny, but for me, it was perfect.
The bed was soft, and when I lay down, I practically sank into it.
Besides, the bathroom had everything I needed.
After showering, I sat on the sofa, waiting for Blake.
About ten minutes later, the door opened, and there he was, wearing nothing but a towel, showing off his muscles and perfect outlines.
"From now on, you don't need to wait for my order. After your shower, just come right in."
His room looked different from the rest of the apartment. A few books were scattered on the table, one of them halfway read. There were also some files and papers.
Unlike the space outside, this place actually looked lived in.
My heart pounded so hard that I could hear it as I lay on the bed, feeling extremely nervous.
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